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 Solomon Islands and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro 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 Radiohead to the techno 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chris Corsano,
Basic Channel,
Guru Guru,
The Golliwogs,
The Searchers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skaos,
The Buckinghams,
Intrusion,
Suicide,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rod Modell,
Scratch Acid,
Joe Finger,
Agent Orange,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tim Buckley,
Andrew Hill,
Warren Ellis,
Piero Umiliani,
The Young Rascals,
Blossom Toes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pagans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Anakelly,
Heaven 17,
Glenn Branca,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joyce Sims,
Sex Pistols,
One Last Wish,
Aloha Tigers,
Con Funk Shun,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stereo Dub,
Letta Mbulu,
Technova,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jandek,
Neu!,
Ossler,
Siglo XX,
Boz Scaggs,
Eden Ahbez,
Lightning Bolt,
X-Ray Spex,
The Modern Lovers,
Rites of Spring,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
48th St. Collective,
Electric Prunes,
Lee Hazlewood,
D'Angelo,
Hoover,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.