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 Tanzania 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Jawbox,
Silicon Teens,
Crime,
Hashim,
Darondo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Matthew Bourne,
Marshall Jefferson,
In Retrospect,
Lower 48,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jacob Miller,
Lindisfarne,
The Mojo Men,
Colin Newman,
JFA,
Kool Moe Dee,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gichy Dan,
Mission of Burma,
Angry Samoans,
Young Marble Giants,
Quantec,
Glenn Branca,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Sonics,
The Vogues,
Model 500,
The Doobie Brothers,
Skarface,
Radio Birdman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Pretty Things,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter & Gordon,
Alison Limerick,
Cheater Slicks,
Brand Nubian,
The Skatalites,
Crispian St. Peters,
DNA,
Buzzcocks,
OOIOO,
Pussy Galore,
June Days,
Todd Terry,
Animal Collective,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scion,
The Slackers,
Rosa Yemen,
Henry Cow,
Fad Gadget,
Gabor Szabo,
The Zeros,
The Residents,
The Young Rascals,
a-ha,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.