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 Iraq and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Music Machine to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Zero Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Unwound,
Black Pus,
Massinfluence,
Joe Finger,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wolf Eyes,
The Barracudas,
Country Teasers,
Chrome,
Curtis Mayfield,
Letta Mbulu,
Eden Ahbez,
Skaos,
Rakim,
the Sonics,
The Sonics,
Janne Schatter,
Loose Ends,
The Tremeloes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Görl,
ABC,
Barclay James Harvest,
Slave,
Hasil Adkins,
The Leaves,
The Real Kids,
Hoover,
Popol Vuh,
The Mummies,
The Slackers,
The Buckinghams,
Prince Buster,
Duran Duran,
Fear,
Gang Starr,
the Bar-Kays,
New York Dolls,
Dark Day,
This Heat,
The Alarm Clocks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Banda Bassotti,
Howard Jones,
Sound Behaviour,
The Evens,
Desert Stars,
Eve St. Jones,
Babytalk,
Sam Rivers,
Hardrive,
Brand Nubian,
Chris & Cosey,
Tropical Tobacco,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cowsills,
Circle Jerks,
Subhumans,
Arcadia,
Roy Ayers,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.