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 Mali and from Mumbai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Donald Fagen 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 Sonics to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Black Sheep,
Sixth Finger,
The Moody Blues,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Coltrane,
New York Dolls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arthur Verocai,
Half Japanese,
Babytalk,
Tommy Roe,
The Slackers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dead Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Metal Thangz,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Hood,
Fear,
The Cowsills,
Jeff Mills,
Warsaw,
The Zeros,
Quando Quango,
The Offenders,
DJ Sneak,
Johnny Clarke,
June Days,
K-Klass,
Intrusion,
In Retrospect,
Unrelated Segments,
Maurizio,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Sherman,
Dave Gahan,
The Durutti Column,
Pere Ubu,
Delon & Dalcan,
10cc,
Tears for Fears,
The Cramps,
The Kinks,
The Dirtbombs,
Vainqueur,
Sound Behaviour,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Outsiders,
Hasil Adkins,
David Axelrod,
The Cure,
Can,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Grass Roots,
Graham Central Station,
Jandek,
Duran Duran,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.