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 Rwanda and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tres Demented to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Subhumans,
The Mummies,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
L. Decosne,
Duran Duran,
The Victims,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Altered Images,
Gong,
Tom Boy,
Das Ding,
Soft Machine,
This Heat,
Roxy Music,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fat Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aural Exciters,
Monks,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bill Near,
Lou Christie,
The Red Krayola,
Bad Manners,
The Blackbyrds,
Adolescents,
Flamin' Groovies,
The J.B.'s,
Goldenarms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Simply Red,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Qualms,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Curtis Mayfield,
Suicide,
Supertramp,
Howard Jones,
Freddie Wadling,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The New Christs,
The Velvet Underground,
Crispian St. Peters,
Metal Thangz,
Schoolly D,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultravox,
Intrusion,
the Association,
Ronan,
Davy DMX,
The Birthday Party,
Trumans Water,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fugazi,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Infiniti,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.