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 United States and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 AZ to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Goldenarms,
Inner City,
The Victims,
Severed Heads,
cv313,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minutemen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aswad,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wire,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cameo,
The Raincoats,
John Foxx,
Malaria!,
Grey Daturas,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Toasters,
Clear Light,
Lyres,
Lightning Bolt,
The Index,
Scratch Acid,
Brick,
David Axelrod,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bad Manners,
Camouflage,
Suburban Knight,
Donald Byrd,
The New Christs,
Wolf Eyes,
Newcleus,
The Gap Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pole,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Audionom,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hashim,
Joyce Sims,
The Fugs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Magma,
Scientists,
Anthony Braxton,
Agitation Free,
James White and The Blacks,
Cecil Taylor,
Charles Mingus,
Althea and Donna,
Babytalk,
Cymande,
Barbara Tucker,
Carl Craig,
Brand Nubian,
Ten City,
Roxette,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.