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 Egypt and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 Cowsills 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Camouflage,
Scrapy,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eli Mardock,
JFA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Royal Trux,
Maleditus Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
The J.B.'s,
Dual Sessions,
Surgeon,
Japan,
Skriet,
Whodini,
Amazonics,
Lower 48,
The Modern Lovers,
Dead Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Juan Atkins,
The Residents,
Joensuu 1685,
OOIOO,
Ituana,
Circle Jerks,
Soft Cell,
Anakelly,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Depeche Mode,
the Slits,
The Fire Engines,
The Stooges,
June of 44,
Erasure,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Wyatt,
The Buckinghams,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Busters,
Index,
Darondo,
Erykah Badu,
Archie Shepp,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
AZ,
Underground Resistance,
Skarface,
Gang of Four,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arab on Radar,
Carl Craig,
Tom Boy,
Colin Newman,
Pagans,
Dave Gahan,
Swans,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.