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 Malawi and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lee Hazlewood to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Newcleus,
The Evens,
Cymande,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Pus,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric B and Rakim,
Darondo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
June of 44,
The Motions,
Swell Maps,
Marc Almond,
The Blues Magoos,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Oblivians,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gories,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sight & Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Stereo Dub,
Ohio Players,
The Fall,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Spandau Ballet,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mummies,
Tres Demented,
the Sonics,
Jeff Lynne,
Junior Murvin,
Magma,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Henry Cow,
Scion,
Ultravox,
The Beau Brummels,
Rakim,
Cal Tjader,
Minny Pops,
Stiv Bators,
Q65,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yusef Lateef,
Nick Fraelich,
Jandek,
The Victims,
Fatback Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kerri Chandler,
Radio Birdman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cramps,
Surgeon,
This Heat,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.