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 Greece and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Tremeloes to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
The Red Krayola,
Liliput,
Minor Threat,
Visage,
Essential Logic,
Camberwell Now,
Ten City,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobbi Humphrey,
kango's stein massive,
Rotary Connection,
Vladislav Delay,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Hood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quando Quango,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Michelle Simonal,
the Slits,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mission of Burma,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Smoke,
Dual Sessions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Shoche,
Bad Manners,
D'Angelo,
The Fuzztones,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeff Lynne,
Colin Newman,
Average White Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fugazi,
Trumans Water,
Malaria!,
Gang of Four,
Fatback Band,
Kas Product,
Q and Not U,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Metal Thangz,
Alice Coltrane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aswad,
Das Ding,
Slick Rick,
The Techniques,
Gastr Del Sol,
Popol Vuh,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nirvana,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blancmange,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.