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 Korea South 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Mr. Review,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Slits,
Bluetip,
The Saints,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kayak,
Laurel Aitken,
Icehouse,
Banda Bassotti,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fad Gadget,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wire,
UT,
Suburban Knight,
Erasure,
The Angels of Light,
Pole,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Model 500,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skriet,
Graham Central Station,
Jimmy McGriff,
Television,
Crash Course in Science,
Sonic Youth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marine Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Janne Schatter,
Jeff Lynne,
Brick,
Grandmaster Flash,
Urselle,
Quantec,
Brothers Johnson,
Quando Quango,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amazonics,
Clear Light,
Minutemen,
The American Breed,
Arcadia,
Funky Four + One,
Jeff Mills,
The Misunderstood,
Joensuu 1685,
Groovy Waters,
Ten City,
The Dead C,
Roger Hodgson,
New York Dolls,
Lindisfarne,
Siglo XX,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.