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 Israel and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 Crispy Ambulance to the punk 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Neon Judgement,
Ornette Coleman,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Womack,
The Selecter,
The Mummies,
EPMD,
Godley & Creme,
A Certain Ratio,
New Order,
The Modern Lovers,
Shoche,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aural Exciters,
Minny Pops,
Michelle Simonal,
Lee Hazlewood,
The United States of America,
AZ,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Symarip,
the Fania All-Stars,
Smog,
China Crisis,
Funky Four + One,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Monochrome Set,
Saccharine Trust,
Drive Like Jehu,
Quadrant,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hot Snakes,
Letta Mbulu,
Reagan Youth,
Pere Ubu,
Nils Olav,
Scott Walker,
Rapeman,
Alton Ellis,
Organ,
Radiohead,
Harpers Bizarre,
This Heat,
Electric Prunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric Copeland,
Dawn Penn,
Danielle Patucci,
Sugar Minott,
Cameo,
The Index,
The Cure,
Monolake,
Bobby Byrd,
cv313,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rotary Connection,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.