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 Armenia and from Paris.
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 Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jesper Dahlback to the jazz 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sandy B,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Monks,
Tres Demented,
Skaos,
Bobby Womack,
Nils Olav,
John Lydon,
Bang On A Can,
Subhumans,
Loose Ends,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Green,
The Seeds,
Harry Pussy,
Sun City Girls,
The American Breed,
Henry Cow,
Schoolly D,
Frankie Knuckles,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kool Moe Dee,
Michelle Simonal,
Japan,
Isaac Hayes,
Sparks,
Skarface,
Marmalade,
Youth Brigade,
Make Up,
a-ha,
the Germs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Music Machine,
Thompson Twins,
The Wake,
Theoretical Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crash Course in Science,
Ossler,
T. Rex,
the Bar-Kays,
Main Source,
Duran Duran,
CMW,
Organ,
Thee Headcoats,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Excepter,
Marc Almond,
Bootsy Collins,
The Searchers,
Ten City,
Newcleus,
Ultravox,
Nick Fraelich,
Alison Limerick,
Mo-Dettes,
Adolescents,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.