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 Gabon and from Woodstock.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
The Gun Club,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Darondo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter & Gordon,
Joey Negro,
Rites of Spring,
Los Fastidios,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Moody Blues,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roxy Music,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crime,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Letta Mbulu,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Offenders,
Mars,
The Real Kids,
Kayak,
The Smiths,
Jandek,
Blancmange,
Amazonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Moleskins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aaron Thompson,
Dark Day,
Ituana,
New York Dolls,
Metal Thangz,
Television Personalities,
The Mummies,
Neu!,
Black Flag,
Alton Ellis,
The Monochrome Set,
Suburban Knight,
Fugazi,
Scan 7,
Make Up,
The Barracudas,
Tears for Fears,
Josef K,
Arab on Radar,
Shoche,
Toni Rubio,
Scratch Acid,
Graham Central Station,
The Litter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Erasure,
Ponytail,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
James Chance & The Contortions,
PIL,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.