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 Uzbekistan 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Smog to the electroclash 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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Brick,
Camberwell Now,
Alton Ellis,
Crash Course in Science,
The Litter,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fire Engines,
Motorama,
Tom Boy,
Desert Stars,
Das Ding,
Shoche,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radiohead,
Spandau Ballet,
AZ,
Sight & Sound,
The Real Kids,
EPMD,
Stockholm Monsters,
Section 25,
The Seeds,
Skriet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tim Buckley,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blake Baxter,
Black Pus,
Albert Ayler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Sonics,
Underground Resistance,
Jeff Lynne,
Tubeway Army,
Fluxion,
Eric B and Rakim,
Matthew Bourne,
Faraquet,
Cal Tjader,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
T.S.O.L.,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grauzone,
Gang Green,
Ken Boothe,
Liliput,
The Motions,
The Vogues,
The American Breed,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lindisfarne,
Bill Near,
Erasure,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.