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 Sudan and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
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 oboe 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 Connie Case to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Bob Dylan,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare,
Vainqueur,
Monks,
Sparks,
Fugazi,
Rhythm & Sound,
K-Klass,
Warren Ellis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sun Ra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fugs,
Soulsonic Force,
The Associates,
Lindisfarne,
Panda Bear,
Model 500,
Terrestrial Tones,
Main Source,
Inner City,
The Victims,
The Stooges,
Nirvana,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Drive Like Jehu,
Prince Buster,
Eve St. Jones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Adolescents,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Masters at Work,
Sam Rivers,
China Crisis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeff Mills,
Oneida,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chris Corsano,
Talk Talk,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mummies,
The Motions,
Shuggie Otis,
Unrelated Segments,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quantec,
Pagans,
The Dave Clark Five,
The American Breed,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cybotron,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang of Four,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Severed Heads,
Pussy Galore,
The Real Kids,
Rakim,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.