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 Switzerland and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 John Foxx to the crunk 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Urselle,
Tomorrow,
Qualms,
Mad Mike,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pole,
Maurizio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Banda Bassotti,
The J.B.'s,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fugazi,
Oneida,
Bang On A Can,
Ornette Coleman,
Tubeway Army,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Durutti Column,
The Black Dice,
DJ Style,
Dennis Brown,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Subhumans,
The Modern Lovers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arab on Radar,
Brass Construction,
Technova,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Lydon,
Organ,
Con Funk Shun,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Michelle Simonal,
Stockholm Monsters,
48th St. Collective,
Warsaw,
Minny Pops,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eurythmics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kas Product,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Negative Approach,
Johnny Osbourne,
Chris & Cosey,
Agitation Free,
X-101,
John Cale,
Desert Stars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Section 25,
Junior Murvin,
Iggy Pop,
Outsiders,
Silicon Teens,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blake Baxter,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.