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 Moldova and from Paris.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Techniques to the crunk 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Suburban Knight,
Spandau Ballet,
Radio Birdman,
The Tremeloes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sound Behaviour,
James White and The Blacks,
Soft Machine,
Lindisfarne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aswad,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rosa Yemen,
Alphaville,
The Young Rascals,
B.T. Express,
Parry Music,
Funky Four + One,
The Walker Brothers,
T. Rex,
The Dave Clark Five,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dave Gahan,
The Invisible,
The Smiths,
Isaac Hayes,
Grauzone,
Kas Product,
Eddi Front,
The Sonics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dark Day,
Peter and Kerry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dawn Penn,
Bauhaus,
New Order,
Audionom,
Black Pus,
Delta 5,
10cc,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
48th St. Collective,
E-Dancer,
Flamin' Groovies,
Slave,
Tubeway Army,
the Soft Cell,
The United States of America,
Mad Mike,
Slick Rick,
Circle Jerks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David Bowie,
Hashim,
FM Einheit,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.