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 Romania and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Television to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Derrick May,
Fort Wilson Riot,
La Düsseldorf,
David McCallum,
Metal Thangz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bush Tetras,
The Pop Group,
Nas,
Arthur Verocai,
cv313,
Gabor Szabo,
Royal Trux,
The Modern Lovers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oblivians,
Saccharine Trust,
Wire,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fugs,
The Raincoats,
Wasted Youth,
Charles Mingus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nico,
Newcleus,
Sixth Finger,
The Tremeloes,
Stetsasonic,
Interpol,
Cecil Taylor,
New Order,
The Smoke,
Gong,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lightning Bolt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Mummies,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Excepter,
Tubeway Army,
Soulsonic Force,
Nirvana,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sparks,
Susan Cadogan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Morten Harket,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Theoretical Girls,
Tears for Fears,
R.M.O.,
The Cure,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Offenders,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.