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 Russia and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
The Selecter,
Jerry's Kids,
Y Pants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alton Ellis,
Michelle Simonal,
Icehouse,
Don Cherry,
Faust,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Morten Harket,
Dead Boys,
The Buckinghams,
Stetsasonic,
Aaron Thompson,
The Saints,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mr. Review,
Basic Channel,
The Smiths,
The Busters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Desert Stars,
Angry Samoans,
Von Mondo,
Bill Near,
The Walker Brothers,
Altered Images,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Josef K,
Joe Smooth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crime,
Camberwell Now,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Pop Group,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fad Gadget,
Supertramp,
Schoolly D,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mummies,
The Doobie Brothers,
Public Enemy,
Nik Kershaw,
In Retrospect,
Sexual Harrassment,
Blancmange,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Beau Brummels,
Frankie Knuckles,
Youth Brigade,
Bootsy Collins,
a-ha,
The Alarm Clocks,
Shoche,
Liliput,
Wire,
Gastr Del Sol,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.