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 Maldives and from Lagos.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Black Flag to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Piero Umiliani,
Mad Mike,
Royal Trux,
The Star Department,
Zapp,
Fear,
This Heat,
Black Bananas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lindisfarne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Y Pants,
Wings,
Fatback Band,
Moss Icon,
Delta 5,
The Zeros,
The Dead C,
Max Romeo,
Danielle Patucci,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Swell Maps,
Public Enemy,
The Slits,
Joe Finger,
the Soft Cell,
Quadrant,
Amon Düül II,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chrome,
Howard Jones,
Aural Exciters,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Womack,
The Knickerbockers,
Livin' Joy,
T. Rex,
Tres Demented,
Boredoms,
Mission of Burma,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Black Dice,
The Invisible,
Maleditus Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Selecter,
Minor Threat,
X-Ray Spex,
Drexciya,
Soft Machine,
Excepter,
Nick Fraelich,
Steve Hackett,
Spandau Ballet,
FM Einheit,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Altered Images,
The Five Americans,
The Vogues,
Gang Gang Dance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.