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 Yemen and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 Eden Ahbez to the dance 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
The Young Rascals,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Warren Ellis,
Alphaville,
The Mojo Men,
Wasted Youth,
China Crisis,
Silicon Teens,
DJ Style,
Cameo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Johnny Clarke,
David Bowie,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Basic Channel,
Inner City,
the Association,
Outsiders,
Zero Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New York Dolls,
The Index,
Swell Maps,
Cal Tjader,
Can,
Nils Olav,
Lightning Bolt,
The Monks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Maleditus Sound,
Half Japanese,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare,
the Germs,
the Normal,
The Moleskins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ludus,
Excepter,
Quantec,
Scott Walker,
Procol Harum,
Ronnie Foster,
Lyres,
Quadrant,
AZ,
Groovy Waters,
Kayak,
Young Marble Giants,
Suburban Knight,
Suicide,
World's Most,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thompson Twins,
Parry Music,
The Invisible,
Tommy Roe,
Jeff Mills,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cure,
Aural Exciters,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.