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 Albania and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Niagra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang Starr,
Joe Finger,
Harry Pussy,
Altered Images,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Green,
Todd Rundgren,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Monks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terrestrial Tones,
A Certain Ratio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ornette Coleman,
the Germs,
Crispy Ambulance,
The United States of America,
Alton Ellis,
The Smiths,
Rod Modell,
The Litter,
Arcadia,
8 Eyed Spy,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Velvet Underground,
U.S. Maple,
Half Japanese,
Essential Logic,
Tim Buckley,
Johnny Osbourne,
D'Angelo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Banda Bassotti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moss Icon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soft Machine,
Television Personalities,
Hasil Adkins,
10cc,
Franke,
Intrusion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Clear Light,
Slave,
Minutemen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Flag,
Ultravox,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kurtis Blow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neil Young,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Danielle Patucci,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.