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 Lithuania and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Urselle to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
the Normal,
Los Fastidios,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fat Boys,
The Fall,
Soft Machine,
Jawbox,
Flipper,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Liliput,
Guru Guru,
Lungfish,
Robert Wyatt,
Saccharine Trust,
Deadbeat,
Bang On A Can,
The Index,
John Foxx,
A Certain Ratio,
Siglo XX,
Judy Mowatt,
Mark Hollis,
T. Rex,
Cameo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nils Olav,
Camouflage,
Fad Gadget,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Monks,
Cymande,
Q65,
Desert Stars,
The Mummies,
Altered Images,
Lou Christie,
Visage,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Cheater Slicks,
Delon & Dalcan,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Sherman,
Minutemen,
Derrick May,
Mo-Dettes,
Jerry's Kids,
Swell Maps,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Soft Cell,
Radiohead,
Cybotron,
The American Breed,
Scott Walker,
Bill Near,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Urselle,
Arab on Radar,
Funkadelic,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.