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 Brazil and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Selecter to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun City Girls,
Lower 48,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nirvana,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pulsallama,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bill Wells,
Fugazi,
Vladislav Delay,
Minnie Riperton,
Bob Dylan,
June of 44,
The Blues Magoos,
Roxette,
The Seeds,
Electric Prunes,
Average White Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Faust,
T.S.O.L.,
D'Angelo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Josef K,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stiv Bators,
Jeff Mills,
Black Moon,
Ultra Naté,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Negative Approach,
Nick Fraelich,
The Divine Comedy,
The Music Machine,
Rotary Connection,
The Techniques,
Basic Channel,
Albert Ayler,
Audionom,
Fatback Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
La Düsseldorf,
The Index,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moebius,
Heaven 17,
Talk Talk,
K-Klass,
Jacques Brel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radiohead,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Moleskins,
Black Flag,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Count Five,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.