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 Maldives and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gap Band to the dance 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance 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?
Panda Bear,
Flash Fearless,
Symarip,
The Litter,
Royal Trux,
The Move,
Nas,
Lower 48,
MC5,
Porter Ricks,
Subhumans,
Saccharine Trust,
Dark Day,
Minnie Riperton,
Con Funk Shun,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Associates,
Interpol,
Lou Reed,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amazonics,
Supertramp,
Urselle,
Aswad,
The Gladiators,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cameo,
Howard Jones,
June of 44,
Soft Cell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ken Boothe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sister Nancy,
Visage,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Youth Brigade,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
Neu!,
Darondo,
Animal Collective,
Public Image Ltd.,
Moebius,
Swell Maps,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Swans,
John Lydon,
The Five Americans,
Colin Newman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Arcadia,
Barbara Tucker,
Intrusion,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hot Snakes,
F. McDonald,
Cymande,
Minutemen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.