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 Cyprus and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
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 guitar 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 Moss Icon to the grunge 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Little Man,
The Fire Engines,
Unrelated Segments,
Crispian St. Peters,
Infiniti,
The Monochrome Set,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Smiths,
Shoche,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Underground Resistance,
Simply Red,
Peter & Gordon,
Brass Construction,
Lebanon Hanover,
Oneida,
Adolescents,
Cheater Slicks,
Loose Ends,
JFA,
ABC,
Roy Ayers,
the Sonics,
Althea and Donna,
Warren Ellis,
Scion,
Ice-T,
Groovy Waters,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Television Personalities,
The Five Americans,
Icehouse,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DJ Sneak,
Letta Mbulu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Organ,
This Heat,
Siglo XX,
Dennis Brown,
Lyres,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Unwound,
Kool Moe Dee,
New York Dolls,
Sixth Finger,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minutemen,
Cecil Taylor,
Alison Limerick,
Von Mondo,
The Zeros,
Aaron Thompson,
LL Cool J,
Jandek,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.