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 Chad and from Mumbai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 Matthew Halsall to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
MC5,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Lydon,
The Fuzztones,
Andrew Hill,
Drexciya,
Lakeside,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
EPMD,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ornette Coleman,
Colin Newman,
The Toasters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tubeway Army,
Idris Muhammad,
Minnie Riperton,
Roy Ayers,
The Slits,
Crooked Eye,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Velvet Underground,
UT,
Sister Nancy,
CMW,
Theoretical Girls,
Excepter,
The Red Krayola,
Rhythm & Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Echospace,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Görl,
The Associates,
The Names,
Yaz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeff Mills,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pere Ubu,
John Holt,
Ossler,
Matthew Halsall,
Nick Fraelich,
New Order,
The Barracudas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Funky Four + One,
Ultimate Spinach,
Easy Going,
Howard Jones,
Khruangbin,
PIL,
Monolake,
Donald Byrd,
Royal Trux,
Kenny Larkin,
cv313,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.