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 Turkmenistan and from London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 David McCallum to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Rites of Spring,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Colin Newman,
Rekid,
Oblivians,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Byrd,
Khruangbin,
AZ,
Pylon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Oneida,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Flamin' Groovies,
Japan,
Siglo XX,
The Five Americans,
Jawbox,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Smiths,
Gong,
The Mummies,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Buckinghams,
Ice-T,
Warren Ellis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gabor Szabo,
Glenn Branca,
DJ Sneak,
Scott Walker,
Pagans,
Procol Harum,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Modern Lovers,
Boredoms,
Delta 5,
Aswad,
Albert Ayler,
L. Decosne,
Lalann,
Severed Heads,
Popol Vuh,
Grey Daturas,
Eve St. Jones,
Blossom Toes,
The Dead C,
Clear Light,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fall,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kerri Chandler,
Al Stewart,
Ronan,
The Techniques,
Blancmange,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.