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 Estonia and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 Robert Görl to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Lyres,
Byron Stingily,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Goldenarms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scion,
The Mummies,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chris Corsano,
The Skatalites,
Sandy B,
Reuben Wilson,
Oblivians,
Charles Mingus,
Echospace,
The Buckinghams,
X-Ray Spex,
Boogie Down Productions,
Don Cherry,
Black Pus,
Todd Rundgren,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Slits,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grauzone,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Television,
Gil Scott Heron,
Porter Ricks,
The American Breed,
Icehouse,
Panda Bear,
Johnny Osbourne,
Half Japanese,
Fugazi,
L. Decosne,
Pylon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Blancmange,
Fear,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joe Smooth,
Rites of Spring,
Minny Pops,
Slave,
Todd Terry,
The Human League,
Little Man,
Warsaw,
Black Sheep,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Associates,
Alphaville,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Slackers,
Maurizio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Underground Resistance,
Sexual Harrassment,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.