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 Dominica and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 Scott Walker to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nils Olav,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Young Rascals,
Marc Almond,
The Monochrome Set,
Henry Cow,
The Move,
Lalo Schifrin,
Byron Stingily,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crime,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pagans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Busters,
Graham Central Station,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chrome,
Erykah Badu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Wyatt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scientists,
Godley & Creme,
The Electric Prunes,
The Buckinghams,
The Raincoats,
Rapeman,
Grauzone,
Magma,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hot Snakes,
the Bar-Kays,
Skarface,
The Fortunes,
Sonic Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
Patti Smith,
John Foxx,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Darondo,
Spoonie Gee,
Man Parrish,
Chris & Cosey,
Malaria!,
Negative Approach,
Half Japanese,
Oneida,
Urselle,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boredoms,
Barry Ungar,
The Count Five,
Mantronix,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.