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 Gabon and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sugar Minott to the rap 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Television,
48th St. Collective,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sixth Finger,
Max Romeo,
The Velvet Underground,
Fluxion,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Monochrome Set,
LL Cool J,
Gerry Rafferty,
Niagra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dave Gahan,
Surgeon,
Hot Snakes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hashim,
Godley & Creme,
Al Stewart,
Cecil Taylor,
Nico,
Judy Mowatt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Monks,
Audionom,
Duran Duran,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Neil Young,
Rosa Yemen,
Loose Ends,
The Move,
Minny Pops,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Carl Craig,
Howard Jones,
The Names,
The Vogues,
Sound Behaviour,
Country Teasers,
Mr. Review,
Sugar Minott,
Brothers Johnson,
Ken Boothe,
D'Angelo,
The Wake,
Derrick Morgan,
EPMD,
Pantytec,
Model 500,
Graham Central Station,
Sister Nancy,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Donald Byrd,
The Alarm Clocks,
Boredoms,
KRS-One,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tommy Roe,
The Young Rascals,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.