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 Marshall Islands and from Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Radiopuhelimet to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Siglo XX,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Man Eating Sloth,
Maleditus Sound,
Newcleus,
Au Pairs,
Negative Approach,
Prince Buster,
The Zeros,
The Residents,
Whodini,
The Monochrome Set,
Jacob Miller,
Smog,
Sight & Sound,
The Cowsills,
Blake Baxter,
The Gun Club,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Coltrane,
Glenn Branca,
Visage,
Henry Cow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gichy Dan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Maurizio,
Stereo Dub,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tres Demented,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Carl Craig,
Fluxion,
Simply Red,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Television Personalities,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ohio Players,
Echospace,
The Smiths,
John Cale,
Pole,
Stockholm Monsters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Faust,
Soft Machine,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fugs,
Circle Jerks,
The United States of America,
The Dave Clark Five,
a-ha,
John Lydon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Inner City,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.