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 Japan and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Suicide to the grunge 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
LL Cool J,
Sister Nancy,
Quando Quango,
Popol Vuh,
Charles Mingus,
Intrusion,
Audionom,
Nick Fraelich,
Vladislav Delay,
Rhythm & Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Motorama,
The Birthday Party,
Index,
Rekid,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David Bowie,
Skarface,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rufus Thomas,
The Velvet Underground,
David Axelrod,
Alton Ellis,
Wally Richardson,
The Red Krayola,
Scion,
MC5,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marine Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Soft Cell,
Scientists,
The Move,
Bad Manners,
The Victims,
Television,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Altered Images,
Lalo Schifrin,
Colin Newman,
Dawn Penn,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Visage,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Lydon,
The Gories,
Country Teasers,
Mission of Burma,
Sex Pistols,
Excepter,
Piero Umiliani,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New Age Steppers,
Japan,
In Retrospect,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Moon,
Sound Behaviour,
Sällskapet,
Marmalade,
Monolake,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.