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 Panama and from Glasgow.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 Depeche Mode to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna 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?
Funky Four + One,
Aural Exciters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Judy Mowatt,
Silicon Teens,
Nik Kershaw,
Cecil Taylor,
Spandau Ballet,
The Buckinghams,
X-102,
The Knickerbockers,
The Searchers,
Camberwell Now,
Eve St. Jones,
The Real Kids,
Reagan Youth,
Todd Terry,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Germs,
The Moleskins,
Rufus Thomas,
Arthur Verocai,
Boredoms,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Morten Harket,
Technova,
Erasure,
Roy Ayers,
Dead Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hashim,
Vainqueur,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Flipper,
Neu!,
Radiohead,
Wolf Eyes,
Chris Corsano,
the Swans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ten City,
Au Pairs,
Sugar Minott,
Deadbeat,
UT,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Neon Judgement,
Ice-T,
Sun City Girls,
Clear Light,
Wire,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roxy Music,
Pere Ubu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Von Mondo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.