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 Bahamas and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Interpol to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Derrick Morgan,
MDC,
Technova,
Adolescents,
The Birthday Party,
Q and Not U,
Arcadia,
Matthew Halsall,
Tres Demented,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bang On A Can,
Man Parrish,
PIL,
Fela Kuti,
Deepchord,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Slackers,
Delta 5,
Scan 7,
Underground Resistance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Toasters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lyres,
Country Teasers,
Subhumans,
Swell Maps,
Barclay James Harvest,
Main Source,
Lalo Schifrin,
Iggy Pop,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stiv Bators,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deakin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Mojo Men,
ABC,
Robert Hood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Cale,
Sexual Harrassment,
The American Breed,
James White and The Blacks,
Silicon Teens,
Mr. Review,
Tears for Fears,
Harpers Bizarre,
Darondo,
The Victims,
Circle Jerks,
The Skatalites,
Banda Bassotti,
Sex Pistols,
CMW,
Crime,
Gang Green,
Davy DMX,
Echospace,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.