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 Gambia and from Beijing.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 John Lydon to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Durutti Column,
Bronski Beat,
Johnny Clarke,
Josef K,
Outsiders,
Newcleus,
Gregory Isaacs,
a-ha,
Roger Hodgson,
Symarip,
Bobby Byrd,
Alison Limerick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Zapp,
Intrusion,
Peter & Gordon,
Bush Tetras,
Subhumans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Funky Four + One,
Man Parrish,
Tommy Roe,
Erasure,
The Shadows of Knight,
10cc,
Sixth Finger,
The American Breed,
Amon Düül II,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scrapy,
Adolescents,
Hardrive,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Steve Hackett,
Bang On A Can,
Duran Duran,
Janne Schatter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Slits,
The Zeros,
Matthew Halsall,
T. Rex,
cv313,
Anthony Braxton,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sister Nancy,
Dennis Brown,
Rites of Spring,
Grauzone,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Residents,
Dead Boys,
Schoolly D,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun City Girls,
The Fall,
Kerri Chandler,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.