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 Macedonia and from Mexico City.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 The Stooges to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
The Move,
Crime,
The United States of America,
Aloha Tigers,
Gabor Szabo,
Main Source,
Marc Almond,
Tres Demented,
Thee Headcoats,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wire,
The Zeros,
Pere Ubu,
Japan,
Archie Shepp,
EPMD,
Panda Bear,
Morten Harket,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eddi Front,
T. Rex,
Oneida,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Albert Ayler,
James White and The Blacks,
Das Ding,
Zapp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hashim,
Flipper,
FM Einheit,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Silicon Teens,
X-102,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kayak,
Monks,
The Tremeloes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Sonics,
Bauhaus,
Toni Rubio,
Quantec,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lalann,
Tim Buckley,
KRS-One,
Gang Starr,
Piero Umiliani,
Mars,
Danielle Patucci,
Lungfish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thompson Twins,
Chris & Cosey,
The Saints,
Q65,
Roxette,
Heaven 17,
Nik Kershaw,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.