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 Angola and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Qualms to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
The Gladiators,
Matthew Halsall,
The Invisible,
Guru Guru,
10cc,
The Grass Roots,
R.M.O.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Outsiders,
The Cowsills,
Lower 48,
Q65,
The Cramps,
Boredoms,
Country Teasers,
In Retrospect,
Todd Rundgren,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Five Americans,
X-102,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Leonard Cohen,
Colin Newman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Malaria!,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Byrd,
Porter Ricks,
Siglo XX,
The Happenings,
The Slits,
Subhumans,
This Heat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Swans,
ABC,
Todd Terry,
Mark Hollis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kerri Chandler,
Popol Vuh,
Shoche,
Nik Kershaw,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Zeros,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Second Layer,
Mr. Review,
John Coltrane,
Tom Boy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jacob Miller,
Lebanon Hanover,
Morten Harket,
Zero Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dual Sessions,
Lalann,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.