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 Laos and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Piero Umiliani to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Marine Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Eric Dolphy,
kango's stein massive,
Yazoo,
Magma,
Supertramp,
Eli Mardock,
Matthew Halsall,
This Heat,
The Evens,
Eden Ahbez,
Hot Snakes,
Morten Harket,
the Bar-Kays,
Albert Ayler,
Lungfish,
Camouflage,
Gichy Dan,
Hashim,
The Blues Magoos,
Angry Samoans,
Alison Limerick,
Inner City,
Schoolly D,
Negative Approach,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minny Pops,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pere Ubu,
Alphaville,
Main Source,
Marc Almond,
Roger Hodgson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Grass Roots,
Trumans Water,
Nation of Ulysses,
Todd Terry,
Unwound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ossler,
ABC,
Black Moon,
Clear Light,
Andrew Hill,
The Fall,
Fifty Foot Hose,
FM Einheit,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Move,
John Cale,
Nico,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ludus,
The Trojans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Skatalites,
Sam Rivers,
Jeff Lynne,
The Happenings,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.