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 Bhutan and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 The Fire Engines to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Adolescents,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Görl,
Ultravox,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Icehouse,
Erykah Badu,
Angry Samoans,
The Techniques,
Soul II Soul,
Sarah Menescal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ossler,
Lightning Bolt,
New York Dolls,
Essential Logic,
Fatback Band,
The Music Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
One Last Wish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stockholm Monsters,
D'Angelo,
Reuben Wilson,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Standells,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jerry's Kids,
The Offenders,
Lee Hazlewood,
Skriet,
Smog,
Michelle Simonal,
Lucky Dragons,
Au Pairs,
Iggy Pop,
Make Up,
Blancmange,
Crooked Eye,
PIL,
Franke,
U.S. Maple,
Visage,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vainqueur,
Camouflage,
Cluster,
T.S.O.L.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
kango's stein massive,
Rod Modell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eddi Front,
ABC,
Subhumans,
Unwound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scratch Acid,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.