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 Cyprus and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 A Certain Ratio to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
F. McDonald,
Black Pus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Blackbyrds,
Agent Orange,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cameo,
Glenn Branca,
Sun Ra,
Black Moon,
The Gun Club,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Juan Atkins,
The Cramps,
Niagra,
Suburban Knight,
Toni Rubio,
Nirvana,
David McCallum,
Terrestrial Tones,
Slave,
Oblivians,
The Slackers,
FM Einheit,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Electric Prunes,
Pulsallama,
Pussy Galore,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Q and Not U,
The Trojans,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Misunderstood,
Wally Richardson,
Ossler,
Eric Dolphy,
The Offenders,
Motorama,
Loose Ends,
The Human League,
Alphaville,
B.T. Express,
Brick,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mummies,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Womack,
Colin Newman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
These Immortal Souls,
The Kinks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sarah Menescal,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.