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 India and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 The Residents to the dance 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Drexciya,
The Selecter,
Bill Near,
UT,
Neu!,
Cymande,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Vladislav Delay,
DJ Sneak,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hashim,
The Cramps,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Urselle,
Talk Talk,
The Walker Brothers,
Roxy Music,
Don Cherry,
Gang of Four,
Fluxion,
Gerry Rafferty,
Warsaw,
Stereo Dub,
The Sonics,
Thee Headcoats,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gories,
Country Teasers,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mummies,
Robert Hood,
Groovy Waters,
Eric Dolphy,
Zero Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hoover,
Brass Construction,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Zeros,
Stiv Bators,
A Certain Ratio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soulsonic Force,
The Beau Brummels,
D'Angelo,
The Dead C,
The Black Dice,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cure,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Reagan Youth,
The Toasters,
Sun Ra,
Anthony Braxton,
cv313,
Toni Rubio,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.