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 Iraq and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lyres to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Supertramp,
Robert Hood,
Jesper Dahlback,
Section 25,
Fela Kuti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Rundgren,
Infiniti,
The Residents,
Sandy B,
Pere Ubu,
Fad Gadget,
Depeche Mode,
The Monks,
Chris & Cosey,
Tubeway Army,
Cameo,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dead C,
Radiopuhelimet,
Index,
The Barracudas,
The Divine Comedy,
Todd Terry,
Unrelated Segments,
Guru Guru,
Skaos,
Josef K,
10cc,
Popol Vuh,
Youth Brigade,
The Busters,
Black Pus,
Camouflage,
Isaac Hayes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Matthew Bourne,
The Dirtbombs,
The Seeds,
Hashim,
Pussy Galore,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ornette Coleman,
Massinfluence,
David Bowie,
Arthur Verocai,
Wolf Eyes,
The Angels of Light,
Alison Limerick,
DNA,
New York Dolls,
Pulsallama,
Second Layer,
Neu!,
John Cale,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric B and Rakim,
Organ,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.