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 Venezuela and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 Avey Tare to the disco 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Tim Buckley,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Duran Duran,
Panda Bear,
ABBA,
Tom Boy,
The Slits,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mary Jane Girls,
Little Man,
Scratch Acid,
Rites of Spring,
Don Cherry,
Royal Trux,
Chris & Cosey,
The Durutti Column,
Malaria!,
Big Daddy Kane,
Groovy Waters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Von Mondo,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Young Rascals,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wasted Youth,
Sun City Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Severed Heads,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pagans,
Wire,
The Barracudas,
The Sonics,
Mantronix,
The Searchers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Symarip,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Womack,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radiohead,
Liliput,
the Normal,
Sam Rivers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Angry Samoans,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Remains,
The Pretty Things,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
T. Rex,
Joey Negro,
Neil Young,
Vainqueur,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Albert Ayler,
Eric B and Rakim,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mojo Men,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.