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 Swaziland and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin 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 Wolf Eyes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
The Music Machine,
Fatback Band,
Marine Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Banda Bassotti,
Scrapy,
Fear,
The Buckinghams,
The Doors,
Brick,
Rod Modell,
Angry Samoans,
Urselle,
Scratch Acid,
Spoonie Gee,
Connie Case,
Grauzone,
Mantronix,
Jandek,
Monks,
Black Flag,
PIL,
Archie Shepp,
Model 500,
Rosa Yemen,
Pussy Galore,
Roy Ayers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The American Breed,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pulsallama,
Piero Umiliani,
Half Japanese,
Newcleus,
Television Personalities,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Names,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tim Buckley,
Maurizio,
Jacques Brel,
Livin' Joy,
Sun Ra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Michelle Simonal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cramps,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joe Finger,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Franke,
Country Teasers,
Au Pairs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.