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 Russia and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Smog to the punk 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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Aural Exciters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
U.S. Maple,
Scion,
Jandek,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
Chris Corsano,
Agitation Free,
Idris Muhammad,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moby Grape,
Pussy Galore,
Hasil Adkins,
Excepter,
DJ Sneak,
Dennis Brown,
H. Thieme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Juan Atkins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dual Sessions,
Drexciya,
Eurythmics,
Aswad,
MDC,
Lower 48,
Brick,
Eric Dolphy,
The Durutti Column,
Scott Walker,
The Techniques,
Bush Tetras,
Wally Richardson,
Ken Boothe,
Sparks,
the Slits,
Whodini,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minutemen,
The Moleskins,
Angry Samoans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stiv Bators,
Gichy Dan,
Sex Pistols,
Piero Umiliani,
New York Dolls,
The Slackers,
Steve Hackett,
Chrome,
Interpol,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cybotron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric B and Rakim,
Faraquet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Newcleus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kaleidoscope,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.