Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Chad and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Interpol to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
The Cowsills,
E-Dancer,
Grauzone,
Aloha Tigers,
Stetsasonic,
Eden Ahbez,
David Axelrod,
These Immortal Souls,
John Foxx,
The Sonics,
R.M.O.,
Drive Like Jehu,
F. McDonald,
the Soft Cell,
June of 44,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fuzztones,
Ken Boothe,
Lee Hazlewood,
OOIOO,
Animal Collective,
Sixth Finger,
Grandmaster Flash,
Index,
Jerry's Kids,
Scan 7,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Metal Thangz,
Donald Byrd,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ohio Players,
The Skatalites,
Clear Light,
John Holt,
T.S.O.L.,
ABBA,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nico,
ABC,
Monolake,
Henry Cow,
La Düsseldorf,
Rotary Connection,
The Gun Club,
Lightning Bolt,
Agitation Free,
Don Cherry,
Country Teasers,
Idris Muhammad,
Alison Limerick,
Archie Shepp,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Loose Ends,
The Trojans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Niagra,
Bronski Beat,
Ten City,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.