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 Grenada and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 CMW to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minutemen,
The Skatalites,
Letta Mbulu,
Moby Grape,
Arcadia,
The Music Machine,
Pierre Henry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gladiators,
Carl Craig,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Christie,
Dead Boys,
Brass Construction,
Patti Smith,
Technova,
Byron Stingily,
The Angels of Light,
Joey Negro,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun Ra,
Q65,
Sam Rivers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tres Demented,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vainqueur,
Scan 7,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lakeside,
Erykah Badu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rod Modell,
Judy Mowatt,
Ronnie Foster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Archie Shepp,
Pylon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Smoke,
B.T. Express,
Jacob Miller,
Morten Harket,
Japan,
Erasure,
X-102,
Metal Thangz,
Pole,
Saccharine Trust,
JFA,
The Electric Prunes,
The Raincoats,
Underground Resistance,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.