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 Suriname and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
The Kinks,
Bobby Byrd,
Hasil Adkins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grauzone,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cybotron,
Zapp,
Brass Construction,
Tom Boy,
Juan Atkins,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeff Mills,
The Searchers,
Hot Snakes,
Scientists,
Kaleidoscope,
Roxette,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Organ,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Human League,
The J.B.'s,
Alton Ellis,
David Bowie,
Vladislav Delay,
Scrapy,
Anakelly,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gerry Rafferty,
Swell Maps,
Leonard Cohen,
The Saints,
FM Einheit,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Public Enemy,
The Divine Comedy,
Porter Ricks,
Young Marble Giants,
Bill Wells,
Amon Düül II,
Scan 7,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Holt,
Anthony Braxton,
Talk Talk,
In Retrospect,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crooked Eye,
Danielle Patucci,
The Music Machine,
Alison Limerick,
Mad Mike,
Monks,
Sarah Menescal,
Q65,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boredoms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.