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 Equatorial Guinea and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the electroclash 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Reagan Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Henry Cow,
Aloha Tigers,
Angry Samoans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rosa Yemen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Suicide,
JFA,
Black Bananas,
The Kinks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camberwell Now,
The Neon Judgement,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brothers Johnson,
Crooked Eye,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tommy Roe,
Godley & Creme,
The Knickerbockers,
David Bowie,
Hasil Adkins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cowsills,
Ultra Naté,
Blossom Toes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Silicon Teens,
Zapp,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cheater Slicks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Stooges,
Pussy Galore,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scion,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
MC5,
Grandmaster Flash,
Quantec,
La Düsseldorf,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Christie,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sight & Sound,
The Dead C,
Erasure,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pet Shop Boys,
D'Angelo,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.