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 Kazakhstan and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Cameo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
48th St. Collective,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DJ Style,
The Leaves,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oneida,
Lakeside,
Warsaw,
Sun City Girls,
Hardrive,
Ohio Players,
Blake Baxter,
Oblivians,
Circle Jerks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
In Retrospect,
Barry Ungar,
Nirvana,
Procol Harum,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Isaac Hayes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scan 7,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Henry Cow,
Public Enemy,
Radio Birdman,
The Golliwogs,
The Invisible,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
World's Most,
Pere Ubu,
The Vogues,
The Count Five,
Slick Rick,
Absolute Body Control,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Glenn Branca,
Alton Ellis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Anakelly,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Kinks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Siglo XX,
Faust,
Archie Shepp,
Ossler,
The Gladiators,
Rakim,
The Raincoats,
Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers,
The American Breed,
Amon Düül II,
The Fugs,
Niagra,
Mark Hollis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.