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 Malawi and from Delhi.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Residents to the dance 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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
The Birthday Party,
kango's stein massive,
Symarip,
Boz Scaggs,
The Smiths,
Supertramp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kayak,
China Crisis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alison Limerick,
Josef K,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Metal Thangz,
Fluxion,
Bootsy Collins,
Livin' Joy,
Deadbeat,
Silicon Teens,
Arthur Verocai,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Maurizio,
The Grass Roots,
Nick Fraelich,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pagans,
Agent Orange,
Fugazi,
Section 25,
The Gun Club,
Amazonics,
Technova,
The Barracudas,
Dark Day,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Remains,
Barry Ungar,
Cluster,
Sun City Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vladislav Delay,
Godley & Creme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Index,
David Axelrod,
Moebius,
Second Layer,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pantaleimon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Organ,
FM Einheit,
Dawn Penn,
Black Sheep,
Pere Ubu,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.