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 Nauru and from Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
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 spring reverb 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the rock 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Chrome,
The Blackbyrds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sällskapet,
Pantaleimon,
Jacques Brel,
The American Breed,
The Busters,
Marine Girls,
Grauzone,
Lakeside,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Move,
Man Parrish,
Moby Grape,
John Coltrane,
Graham Central Station,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Todd Rundgren,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moss Icon,
The Five Americans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mantronix,
Matthew Bourne,
Echospace,
Adolescents,
Model 500,
Suicide,
KRS-One,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Swans,
Sexual Harrassment,
PIL,
Terry Callier,
The Happenings,
Prince Buster,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Grass Roots,
This Heat,
Loose Ends,
Icehouse,
Quantec,
Radiohead,
The Walker Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Saccharine Trust,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Todd Terry,
T. Rex,
Donny Hathaway,
Althea and Donna,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Sheep,
Altered Images,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.