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 New Zealand and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar 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 Dawn Penn to the crunk 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Soft Cell,
Blake Baxter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Pop Group,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Erykah Badu,
Fear,
Echospace,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Symarip,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Saints,
Eurythmics,
The Human League,
The Wake,
Chris & Cosey,
Yusef Lateef,
The Busters,
The Seeds,
Fluxion,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Oblivians,
Eve St. Jones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Byron Stingily,
Boogie Down Productions,
Magazine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Zero Boys,
Hardrive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Angry Samoans,
Dead Boys,
The Searchers,
Talk Talk,
Erasure,
The Monochrome Set,
Country Teasers,
Yazoo,
The Cramps,
Black Bananas,
Schoolly D,
Camberwell Now,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wings,
The Fall,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vladislav Delay,
Japan,
Hashim,
The Smiths,
Delta 5,
Lungfish,
Lakeside,
Audionom,
June of 44,
Siglo XX,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.