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 Iceland and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cure 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Pus,
Sun City Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Susan Cadogan,
Liliput,
The Golliwogs,
Rekid,
The Angels of Light,
Joe Smooth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kas Product,
Black Moon,
The Smoke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Toni Rubio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Todd Terry,
The Kinks,
Deepchord,
Sandy B,
Simply Red,
Darondo,
Ultravox,
Mr. Review,
Eli Mardock,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Womack,
Ralphi Rosario,
Panda Bear,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joey Negro,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
UT,
The Pretty Things,
Pagans,
Warren Ellis,
Lucky Dragons,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
These Immortal Souls,
Motorama,
Maurizio,
Agitation Free,
Mad Mike,
Sound Behaviour,
Minor Threat,
Clear Light,
Con Funk Shun,
Thompson Twins,
Moebius,
The Walker Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sarah Menescal,
The Divine Comedy,
The Moleskins,
Harmonia,
Fad Gadget,
Bill Wells,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.