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 Serbia and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marcia Griffiths to the jazz 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
The Doors,
Fugazi,
The Beau Brummels,
Motorama,
Au Pairs,
Radio Birdman,
Ice-T,
Babytalk,
Stereo Dub,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Bar-Kays,
The Knickerbockers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Swans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Junior Murvin,
The Cowsills,
The Cramps,
Marvin Gaye,
One Last Wish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The United States of America,
Bush Tetras,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Technova,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pantytec,
The Standells,
Neu!,
Metal Thangz,
Sandy B,
Ituana,
Vladislav Delay,
The Leaves,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fuzztones,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eddi Front,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yellowson,
Adolescents,
Harmonia,
Godley & Creme,
DNA,
Bauhaus,
Average White Band,
Idris Muhammad,
The Offenders,
Siglo XX,
Crooked Eye,
X-102,
Fear,
Monolake,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Durutti Column,
Kas Product,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minor Threat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pantaleimon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.