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 Iraq and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fall to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Terrestrial Tones,
FM Einheit,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ponytail,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Reed,
Heaven 17,
Sixth Finger,
Jeff Lynne,
Boz Scaggs,
The Zeros,
Fear,
T.S.O.L.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Count Five,
Mission of Burma,
Eric Dolphy,
Sister Nancy,
Magma,
Dark Day,
Unwound,
Japan,
The Selecter,
The Monochrome Set,
Zapp,
The Skatalites,
Mad Mike,
Soft Cell,
DJ Style,
Gerry Rafferty,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gong,
Subhumans,
Bush Tetras,
Lindisfarne,
Lalann,
Maurizio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New York Dolls,
The Happenings,
Audionom,
Kerri Chandler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Index,
Television,
H. Thieme,
MDC,
Cluster,
The Doors,
Buzzcocks,
Half Japanese,
Joyce Sims,
Malaria!,
Tim Buckley,
Nils Olav,
Tubeway Army,
Eli Mardock,
Country Teasers,
Michelle Simonal,
Slave,
Yazoo,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.