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 Tunisia and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Colin Newman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Move,
DJ Sneak,
Eddi Front,
Motorama,
The Litter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lightning Bolt,
Quando Quango,
The Misunderstood,
L. Decosne,
Scrapy,
Von Mondo,
Little Man,
Sam Rivers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nick Fraelich,
The Offenders,
Harpers Bizarre,
U.S. Maple,
Minny Pops,
Blossom Toes,
Todd Rundgren,
Rapeman,
Althea and Donna,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Green,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Slick Rick,
Massinfluence,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Derrick Morgan,
Aloha Tigers,
Accadde A,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Michelle Simonal,
Con Funk Shun,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Negative Approach,
Cybotron,
Liliput,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vainqueur,
Sixth Finger,
Boz Scaggs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cheater Slicks,
Barclay James Harvest,
K-Klass,
Talk Talk,
Joensuu 1685,
Skriet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.