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 Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 The Motions to the punk 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Gang Starr,
The Angels of Light,
Scientists,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Swans,
Lakeside,
Schoolly D,
Lindisfarne,
Duran Duran,
Talk Talk,
Marc Almond,
Laurel Aitken,
The Happenings,
Circle Jerks,
Sandy B,
Charles Mingus,
Warren Ellis,
Parry Music,
The Gun Club,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Zapp,
The American Breed,
MC5,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eve St. Jones,
Negative Approach,
Kas Product,
Bush Tetras,
The Residents,
Unrelated Segments,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alton Ellis,
Kerri Chandler,
The Durutti Column,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Stooges,
Tom Boy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Womack,
Joe Finger,
PIL,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stiv Bators,
Bronski Beat,
Alphaville,
Gregory Isaacs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun City Girls,
Howard Jones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minny Pops,
Main Source,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Byrd,
Simply Red,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Basic Channel,
The Wake,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.