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 Algeria and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 Brick to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Funkadelic,
Aural Exciters,
Black Flag,
Guru Guru,
The Count Five,
Grauzone,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pet Shop Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Country Teasers,
The Velvet Underground,
Howard Jones,
Agitation Free,
Patti Smith,
Joe Smooth,
Tomorrow,
Parry Music,
Lower 48,
Skarface,
Byron Stingily,
Hasil Adkins,
Can,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Real Kids,
Scott Walker,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sam Rivers,
Mr. Review,
Lyres,
Ultravox,
World's Most,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Normal,
Ludus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Trojans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ossler,
The Remains,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Busters,
The Knickerbockers,
Johnny Clarke,
Pole,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New York Dolls,
Derrick May,
The Searchers,
June Days,
Graham Central Station,
The Buckinghams,
Surgeon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.