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 Denmark and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Birthday Party to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Henry Cow,
Rod Modell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fortunes,
Country Teasers,
The Cure,
Black Sheep,
The Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Qualms,
Ossler,
Idris Muhammad,
Amon Düül,
Pulsallama,
Pharoah Sanders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Slackers,
Brothers Johnson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Warsaw,
Circle Jerks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Porter Ricks,
Dennis Brown,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed,
It's A Beautiful Day,
L. Decosne,
Ludus,
Echospace,
Drexciya,
Sonic Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dirtbombs,
Urselle,
Pussy Galore,
Rekid,
Bobby Sherman,
Jandek,
Guru Guru,
Excepter,
Leonard Cohen,
Spoonie Gee,
Sight & Sound,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ohio Players,
Lindisfarne,
T.S.O.L.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
a-ha,
KRS-One,
The Five Americans,
Jacob Miller,
Wasted Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joy Division,
The Standells,
Interpol,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.