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 Venezuela and from Taipei.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 Sound Behaviour to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arcadia,
Skarface,
Angry Samoans,
L. Decosne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sparks,
The Grass Roots,
Albert Ayler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Severed Heads,
Japan,
Gabor Szabo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Evens,
Nas,
Young Marble Giants,
Nirvana,
Jerry's Kids,
Dark Day,
Man Parrish,
Johnny Clarke,
U.S. Maple,
The Electric Prunes,
John Holt,
The Gap Band,
The Moleskins,
Hot Snakes,
John Coltrane,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Das Ding,
Patti Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Alice Coltrane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Agitation Free,
The Blackbyrds,
Thee Headcoats,
Rosa Yemen,
Chris & Cosey,
Harry Pussy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nils Olav,
Camouflage,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun City Girls,
Bad Manners,
Robert Wyatt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Todd Terry,
The Wake,
Erasure,
Jesper Dahlback,
Slick Rick,
Sight & Sound,
Flipper,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.