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 Lesotho and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Avey Tare to the disco 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
The Move,
Gong,
Sound Behaviour,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Excepter,
kango's stein massive,
Scan 7,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chrome,
Pagans,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fuzztones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Newcleus,
The Invisible,
Big Daddy Kane,
H. Thieme,
the Sonics,
Eric Copeland,
Erykah Badu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
EPMD,
cv313,
Con Funk Shun,
DNA,
Johnny Clarke,
Godley & Creme,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Bar-Kays,
Model 500,
Qualms,
The Slackers,
Suicide,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nils Olav,
Quantec,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Malaria!,
MDC,
Drexciya,
Von Mondo,
The Fugs,
Jawbox,
Gabor Szabo,
Can,
Arcadia,
Drive Like Jehu,
Loose Ends,
Ten City,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wasted Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Zeros,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jerry's Kids,
Todd Rundgren,
Hoover,
Marshall Jefferson,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.