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 Poland and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Matthew Halsall to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Pagans,
The Fall,
Robert Wyatt,
Malaria!,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Zeros,
The Fugs,
Cecil Taylor,
Amazonics,
Harmonia,
Supertramp,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mo-Dettes,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Guru Guru,
The Dave Clark Five,
Animal Collective,
The Slackers,
The Wake,
Minny Pops,
The Monks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Model 500,
Porter Ricks,
Hashim,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moebius,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cowsills,
Lalann,
Rotary Connection,
DNA,
Youth Brigade,
Sam Rivers,
The Gladiators,
The Mojo Men,
Buzzcocks,
Magma,
Spoonie Gee,
John Holt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Sonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Absolute Body Control,
The Associates,
Kaleidoscope,
Con Funk Shun,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Christie,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scott Walker,
Gichy Dan,
the Germs,
Can,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flash Fearless,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.