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 South Africa and from Seoul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Joe Finger to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
The Shadows of Knight,
Suburban Knight,
Scion,
Ituana,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Dead Boys,
Urselle,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
World's Most,
Stiv Bators,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scott Walker,
The Sound,
The Selecter,
The Durutti Column,
Inner City,
Qualms,
Gil Scott Heron,
Don Cherry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gories,
Aural Exciters,
10cc,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Barracudas,
K-Klass,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skaos,
Ice-T,
The Trojans,
Hardrive,
Lyres,
Lungfish,
Circle Jerks,
Blake Baxter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Happenings,
Erasure,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
David Bowie,
Crooked Eye,
The Grass Roots,
Unrelated Segments,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Delon & Dalcan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter & Gordon,
Boredoms,
Chris & Cosey,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Colin Newman,
Harmonia,
Mars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Masters at Work,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.