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 Dominican Republic and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 Soul Sonic Force to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Zero Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lyres,
CMW,
Shuggie Otis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Young Marble Giants,
Tropical Tobacco,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric Dolphy,
In Retrospect,
The Zeros,
AZ,
Roger Hodgson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Warsaw,
Leonard Cohen,
DNA,
Slick Rick,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Cale,
Royal Trux,
Moby Grape,
Motorama,
Anakelly,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fugazi,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eve St. Jones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Boredoms,
ABBA,
Eric B and Rakim,
One Last Wish,
Mr. Review,
Neil Young,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Womack,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bang On A Can,
Subhumans,
Adolescents,
Soulsonic Force,
The Associates,
Bad Manners,
The Knickerbockers,
Loose Ends,
Pylon,
Sonic Youth,
Peter & Gordon,
Derrick Morgan,
Alison Limerick,
Chris & Cosey,
Cymande,
Supertramp,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.