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 Belarus and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Monolake to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jawbox,
Robert Hood,
Delta 5,
Panda Bear,
Moss Icon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skriet,
EPMD,
Funky Four + One,
The Detroit Cobras,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun City Girls,
The Litter,
John Foxx,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Freddie Wadling,
The Toasters,
Swell Maps,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Selecter,
Tim Buckley,
DJ Sneak,
The Standells,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Faraquet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Los Fastidios,
Japan,
Man Parrish,
Schoolly D,
MDC,
The Fortunes,
Donny Hathaway,
Bill Wells,
The American Breed,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Swans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joe Smooth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mad Mike,
Donald Byrd,
Unrelated Segments,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Excepter,
Marc Almond,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gregory Isaacs,
Charles Mingus,
Guru Guru,
Von Mondo,
Model 500,
The Music Machine,
Gang Green,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.