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 Honduras and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 The Trojans to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Shuggie Otis,
The Victims,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sparks,
Tim Buckley,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hoover,
Oneida,
Electric Prunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
B.T. Express,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tears for Fears,
Brand Nubian,
The Fugs,
The Standells,
Dawn Penn,
ABBA,
Sight & Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
the Slits,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ken Boothe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soulsonic Force,
Duran Duran,
Darondo,
Lower 48,
Piero Umiliani,
H. Thieme,
Pylon,
Funkadelic,
Fugazi,
The Pretty Things,
Livin' Joy,
Hashim,
Eddi Front,
The Residents,
Minnie Riperton,
Laurel Aitken,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Public Enemy,
David Axelrod,
Gang Starr,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Japan,
Janne Schatter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wings,
Eve St. Jones,
Letta Mbulu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Average White Band,
Simply Red,
Panda Bear,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roxy Music,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neu!,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.