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 Jamaica and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 The Fugs to the rap 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
The Velvet Underground,
Surgeon,
Jerry's Kids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Michelle Simonal,
MDC,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Busters,
Organ,
Sparks,
Patti Smith,
Pierre Henry,
OOIOO,
The Raincoats,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nico,
Babytalk,
Idris Muhammad,
Cybotron,
Popol Vuh,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Swans,
Wally Richardson,
Bill Near,
Gang Starr,
Pagans,
Moss Icon,
Q65,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Moody Blues,
Archie Shepp,
Sonic Youth,
Drexciya,
Alice Coltrane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tom Boy,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Sherman,
Mo-Dettes,
The Modern Lovers,
Warsaw,
Whodini,
Delon & Dalcan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun City Girls,
Radio Birdman,
Glambeats Corp.,
L. Decosne,
kango's stein massive,
Darondo,
Unrelated Segments,
Mad Mike,
ABBA,
Dave Gahan,
Little Man,
Faust,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Litter,
Gabor Szabo,
Matthew Bourne,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.