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 Palau and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Red Krayola to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
The Gladiators,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang of Four,
Ultra Naté,
Roxette,
Lucky Dragons,
The Remains,
The Residents,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aaron Thompson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Excepter,
Leonard Cohen,
Fear,
Blake Baxter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Faust,
Barrington Levy,
Scrapy,
Vainqueur,
Terrestrial Tones,
Qualms,
Blancmange,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nico,
Simply Red,
Kayak,
Alice Coltrane,
Outsiders,
kango's stein massive,
Flipper,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bill Wells,
World's Most,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bob Dylan,
Delta 5,
Letta Mbulu,
Arcadia,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eric Dolphy,
Prince Buster,
Robert Wyatt,
Dawn Penn,
Malaria!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Agitation Free,
Gichy Dan,
The Young Rascals,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ralphi Rosario,
Matthew Halsall,
Monolake,
Trumans Water,
The Stooges,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
FM Einheit,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.