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 Namibia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 The Cramps to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Minny Pops,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jandek,
Organ,
Junior Murvin,
Archie Shepp,
Maleditus Sound,
Rod Modell,
Y Pants,
Pagans,
Desert Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dead Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ken Boothe,
Wally Richardson,
Dawn Penn,
Ornette Coleman,
The Invisible,
Newcleus,
Sound Behaviour,
Monks,
Television,
R.M.O.,
Angry Samoans,
Dual Sessions,
Peter & Gordon,
Camberwell Now,
PIL,
The Wake,
Scientists,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Drexciya,
Suburban Knight,
Grey Daturas,
Make Up,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-Ray Spex,
Los Fastidios,
Tropical Tobacco,
Man Parrish,
The Offenders,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fall,
Little Man,
Agitation Free,
Kerrie Biddell,
Echospace,
Sandy B,
Blossom Toes,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Last Poets,
Eve St. Jones,
Faraquet,
Nico,
Kas Product,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lungfish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.