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 Jordan 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Knickerbockers to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Charles Mingus,
Peter & Gordon,
10cc,
Rakim,
Dead Boys,
The Fortunes,
Janne Schatter,
UT,
John Cale,
Young Marble Giants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Altered Images,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tres Demented,
Nik Kershaw,
Porter Ricks,
Royal Trux,
Eve St. Jones,
Faraquet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Silicon Teens,
Bill Wells,
Aaron Thompson,
The Electric Prunes,
Michelle Simonal,
Henry Cow,
The Birthday Party,
Niagra,
The Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Smog,
Robert Hood,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Leaves,
Flipper,
Howard Jones,
Monks,
Suicide,
The Vogues,
Talk Talk,
The Martian,
Idris Muhammad,
Wally Richardson,
Half Japanese,
The Smoke,
Wasted Youth,
Rapeman,
Rod Modell,
One Last Wish,
Make Up,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barrington Levy,
Prince Buster,
Radio Birdman,
Amon Düül,
The Searchers,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.