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 Mongolia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
The United States of America,
Nils Olav,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mandrill,
Soulsonic Force,
Sun City Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Visage,
The Cramps,
Crispy Ambulance,
Todd Terry,
Alphaville,
Japan,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Busters,
The Smiths,
Unwound,
The Knickerbockers,
Howard Jones,
Panda Bear,
Robert Wyatt,
Roxy Music,
John Coltrane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Schoolly D,
Half Japanese,
Fela Kuti,
Joensuu 1685,
Lungfish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Isaac Hayes,
The Names,
The Black Dice,
Ituana,
Gang Starr,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Heaven 17,
Iggy Pop,
Hoover,
The Grass Roots,
Matthew Bourne,
The Searchers,
Surgeon,
Rod Modell,
The Gories,
Wally Richardson,
Jacob Miller,
The Happenings,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jawbox,
Mission of Burma,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Hood,
The Slackers,
CMW,
Colin Newman,
Bauhaus,
Slave,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.