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 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 Eve St. Jones to the grunge 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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Sister Nancy,
The Cramps,
Quadrant,
Index,
Yazoo,
The Gories,
Kas Product,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Beau Brummels,
The Motions,
X-102,
Electric Prunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Interpol,
The Toasters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joey Negro,
Thee Headcoats,
Absolute Body Control,
Malaria!,
Spoonie Gee,
Nik Kershaw,
The Selecter,
Fela Kuti,
Joyce Sims,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bauhaus,
The Red Krayola,
Monks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Walker Brothers,
Soft Machine,
Erasure,
Faraquet,
Amon Düül,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harmonia,
Rosa Yemen,
The Count Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blake Baxter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
June Days,
Kayak,
Little Man,
Procol Harum,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Ronan,
Y Pants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Babytalk,
World's Most,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Moon,
Todd Rundgren,
The Divine Comedy,
Youth Brigade,
kango's stein massive,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.