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 Tanzania and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joy Division to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Slits,
Cybotron,
Henry Cow,
Glenn Branca,
Youth Brigade,
Flash Fearless,
The Red Krayola,
cv313,
Joyce Sims,
Jandek,
DJ Style,
Nick Fraelich,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
kango's stein massive,
Cameo,
Soul II Soul,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scion,
Rhythm & Sound,
Agent Orange,
Massinfluence,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joey Negro,
EPMD,
ABBA,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sonic Youth,
June of 44,
Arthur Verocai,
The Smiths,
Eden Ahbez,
The Residents,
The Busters,
Thompson Twins,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
These Immortal Souls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rod Modell,
Soft Machine,
Can,
Sarah Menescal,
Thee Headcoats,
Loose Ends,
Kurtis Blow,
Quadrant,
Moby Grape,
Isaac Hayes,
Tommy Roe,
David Axelrod,
JFA,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Japan,
Marc Almond,
The Vogues,
Black Moon,
Crooked Eye,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.