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 Korea South and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the crunk 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
These Immortal Souls,
Saccharine Trust,
the Human League,
Ituana,
Absolute Body Control,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Laurel Aitken,
Soft Cell,
Wolf Eyes,
Warren Ellis,
Second Layer,
Flash Fearless,
KRS-One,
Sex Pistols,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Inner City,
Arthur Verocai,
Eddi Front,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric Dolphy,
Matthew Halsall,
Essential Logic,
The Sonics,
Soft Machine,
Marmalade,
B.T. Express,
Stiv Bators,
Colin Newman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
K-Klass,
The Remains,
Excepter,
Ken Boothe,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
R.M.O.,
LL Cool J,
Mission of Burma,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pierre Henry,
Qualms,
Blossom Toes,
Moebius,
Japan,
Negative Approach,
Fear,
Sound Behaviour,
David McCallum,
Scratch Acid,
Easy Going,
The Grass Roots,
Gang of Four,
Todd Terry,
Smog,
Kerri Chandler,
Chris Corsano,
Delta 5,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rufus Thomas,
Icehouse,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.