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 Papua New Guinea and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Radiopuhelimet to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
The Fire Engines,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wally Richardson,
Severed Heads,
Sonic Youth,
E-Dancer,
Heaven 17,
Inner City,
The Velvet Underground,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pulsallama,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fuzztones,
John Foxx,
Nirvana,
Schoolly D,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gregory Isaacs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
OOIOO,
Connie Case,
Marcia Griffiths,
Simply Red,
Sun Ra,
Joyce Sims,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Davy DMX,
A Certain Ratio,
JFA,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash,
Youth Brigade,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Toni Rubio,
Das Ding,
Deepchord,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Cale,
Talk Talk,
Pussy Galore,
Symarip,
Terrestrial Tones,
Howard Jones,
Fat Boys,
Al Stewart,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Country Teasers,
Gichy Dan,
Black Bananas,
Harmonia,
Barbara Tucker,
Carl Craig,
Fluxion,
Jacob Miller,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dead C,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.