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 Nigeria and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eddi Front to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
The Kinks,
Vladislav Delay,
Adolescents,
Yusef Lateef,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pussy Galore,
The Real Kids,
Bill Wells,
Clear Light,
The Misunderstood,
Easy Going,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barry Ungar,
Charles Mingus,
Boredoms,
Funkadelic,
Johnny Clarke,
ABBA,
The Searchers,
The Raincoats,
The American Breed,
Harmonia,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Japan,
Con Funk Shun,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DNA,
The Dead C,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aaron Thompson,
Ken Boothe,
Eric Dolphy,
The Motions,
Hoover,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Second Layer,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quantec,
Terrestrial Tones,
Outsiders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The United States of America,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amazonics,
Eurythmics,
Matthew Halsall,
Dual Sessions,
Joyce Sims,
New Order,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stetsasonic,
Dark Day,
Rod Modell,
Wasted Youth,
Al Stewart,
Quadrant,
Stiv Bators,
The Index,
Scott Walker,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.