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 Palau and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Fuzztones to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hashim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camberwell Now,
Tubeway Army,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alice Coltrane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rod Modell,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Music Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Slits,
Barbara Tucker,
Ralphi Rosario,
Visage,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ornette Coleman,
Supertramp,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fugs,
Q65,
Qualms,
Underground Resistance,
Max Romeo,
Ultravox,
Spandau Ballet,
Don Cherry,
Patti Smith,
Gabor Szabo,
Wally Richardson,
X-101,
The Motions,
The Stooges,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Red Krayola,
Alphaville,
Jawbox,
Blancmange,
Rosa Yemen,
Nik Kershaw,
Dave Gahan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mandrill,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bill Near,
Rufus Thomas,
Skarface,
Amon Düül II,
Flipper,
Graham Central Station,
Cybotron,
Jerry's Kids,
John Holt,
Reuben Wilson,
Quando Quango,
John Lydon,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.