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 Vietnam and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Suburban Knight to the electroclash 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Neon Judgement,
Toni Rubio,
DJ Style,
Piero Umiliani,
Amon Düül II,
Second Layer,
Harry Pussy,
Charles Mingus,
Lalann,
Mars,
Deepchord,
Skaos,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fortunes,
Sun Ra,
Sugar Minott,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eddi Front,
Audionom,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grey Daturas,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Remains,
In Retrospect,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mantronix,
Junior Murvin,
D'Angelo,
Nils Olav,
Susan Cadogan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moebius,
the Soft Cell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Letta Mbulu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Japan,
Electric Prunes,
Quando Quango,
Flipper,
Altered Images,
Barry Ungar,
Marshall Jefferson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Searchers,
Fat Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Bananas,
Matthew Bourne,
Minor Threat,
Sarah Menescal,
Model 500,
Ronan,
The Wake,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.