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 South Sudan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 Gories to the rock 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Boz Scaggs,
Main Source,
Alton Ellis,
Glenn Branca,
Angry Samoans,
Sixth Finger,
The Residents,
Archie Shepp,
New Order,
The Fugs,
U.S. Maple,
Alison Limerick,
These Immortal Souls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skaos,
Eurythmics,
The Names,
FM Einheit,
The Associates,
Junior Murvin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Albert Ayler,
The Leaves,
Brand Nubian,
Cal Tjader,
Bobbi Humphrey,
This Heat,
Yusef Lateef,
Bad Manners,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric B and Rakim,
CMW,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New Age Steppers,
Patti Smith,
Grey Daturas,
Essential Logic,
Ultravox,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Heaven 17,
Jerry's Kids,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fuzztones,
Cluster,
The Index,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Loose Ends,
Terrestrial Tones,
Monolake,
Johnny Clarke,
Warsaw,
Cheater Slicks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fire Engines,
World's Most,
Lower 48,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.