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 Cape Verde and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 Unwound to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Television Personalities,
K-Klass,
Jandek,
Rakim,
Pylon,
Oblivians,
X-Ray Spex,
Eddi Front,
Basic Channel,
Hasil Adkins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sixth Finger,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Erykah Badu,
The Modern Lovers,
Soul II Soul,
The Cramps,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Count Five,
The Selecter,
The Fall,
Donny Hathaway,
David McCallum,
Mad Mike,
John Coltrane,
Bronski Beat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Wyatt,
The Evens,
Intrusion,
Pussy Galore,
Siglo XX,
Funky Four + One,
Buzzcocks,
The J.B.'s,
Yaz,
Aaron Thompson,
The Human League,
Public Enemy,
Unwound,
Camouflage,
Marcia Griffiths,
Porter Ricks,
Leonard Cohen,
Alice Coltrane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Michelle Simonal,
The Blackbyrds,
The Pretty Things,
Cal Tjader,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Make Up,
Pole,
The Tremeloes,
The Gories,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.