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 Morocco and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Fatback Band 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Pylon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Massinfluence,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Kinks,
Roxy Music,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Byrd,
Fear,
the Swans,
Warren Ellis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wolf Eyes,
Suburban Knight,
Magazine,
Todd Terry,
The Invisible,
Spandau Ballet,
Cecil Taylor,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Funkadelic,
Iggy Pop,
Deepchord,
Lower 48,
Television Personalities,
Joyce Sims,
Harmonia,
Country Teasers,
Ituana,
Lalo Schifrin,
Reuben Wilson,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Bananas,
Zapp,
Average White Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eddi Front,
In Retrospect,
Youth Brigade,
Kerri Chandler,
The Martian,
Niagra,
Sex Pistols,
Sight & Sound,
the Normal,
Fela Kuti,
K-Klass,
Aaron Thompson,
Tubeway Army,
The Smoke,
Deakin,
Black Flag,
Smog,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Christie,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sonics,
JFA,
Negative Approach,
Duran Duran,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.