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 Albania and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 The Trojans to the jazz 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
David Bowie,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fire Engines,
Rosa Yemen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Glenn Branca,
Au Pairs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Leaves,
Qualms,
The Moleskins,
Ituana,
Blake Baxter,
The Monochrome Set,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skarface,
Morten Harket,
Soulsonic Force,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tom Boy,
Colin Newman,
The Durutti Column,
Sun City Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Carl Craig,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Laurel Aitken,
Dark Day,
Fluxion,
Siglo XX,
Funkadelic,
Chris & Cosey,
Judy Mowatt,
The Evens,
Faust,
T. Rex,
The Mojo Men,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Germs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moebius,
The Zeros,
PIL,
The New Christs,
Eurythmics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Grass Roots,
Roxette,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rekid,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aaron Thompson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bang On A Can,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Connie Case,
Pantaleimon,
Albert Ayler,
Eden Ahbez,
Babytalk,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker 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.