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 Seychelles and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Robert Wyatt to the funk 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Tom Boy,
The Detroit Cobras,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Silicon Teens,
The Stooges,
the Soft Cell,
Cal Tjader,
Scrapy,
The Remains,
The Sound,
E-Dancer,
The Residents,
Flipper,
Harmonia,
Gastr Del Sol,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rotary Connection,
Amazonics,
Sällskapet,
Yellowson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Zeros,
Duran Duran,
Junior Murvin,
Eli Mardock,
Aloha Tigers,
John Holt,
Negative Approach,
Terry Callier,
Sonic Youth,
Wasted Youth,
The Moleskins,
Eden Ahbez,
the Normal,
The Moody Blues,
cv313,
The Sisters of Mercy,
KRS-One,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dark Day,
Can,
The Toasters,
Babytalk,
Althea and Donna,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Altered Images,
Lower 48,
Suicide,
Subhumans,
Jeff Mills,
Colin Newman,
The Smoke,
Derrick May,
Andrew Hill,
Terrestrial Tones,
Theoretical Girls,
Fatback Band,
The Techniques,
Tropical Tobacco,
Essential Logic,
Agitation Free,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.