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 Lithuania and from Glasgow.
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 Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Offenders 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Jerry's Kids,
Isaac Hayes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thompson Twins,
Lower 48,
Maurizio,
Jacob Miller,
Q and Not U,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sixth Finger,
Scratch Acid,
The Young Rascals,
Bad Manners,
Pierre Henry,
Circle Jerks,
The Zeros,
Model 500,
Jeff Lynne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Connie Case,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Junior Murvin,
Pulsallama,
Bluetip,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scrapy,
Skarface,
The Gun Club,
Dark Day,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Modern Lovers,
Quantec,
Cecil Taylor,
Freddie Wadling,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bootsy Collins,
Trumans Water,
Con Funk Shun,
The Kinks,
Black Pus,
Cameo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
James White and The Blacks,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Leaves,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Guru Guru,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Patti Smith,
Arab on Radar,
Nirvana,
Todd Terry,
Chrome,
Wally Richardson,
Eden Ahbez,
Hasil Adkins,
The Pretty Things,
Silicon Teens,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.