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 Canada and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
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 marimba 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Toni Rubio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quantec,
Max Romeo,
Eurythmics,
Matthew Halsall,
Young Marble Giants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cymande,
China Crisis,
L. Decosne,
The Residents,
Bobby Byrd,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Hood,
The Selecter,
Deepchord,
The Seeds,
Eric Dolphy,
Sex Pistols,
Bluetip,
The Birthday Party,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Erasure,
The Fire Engines,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Au Pairs,
Monks,
The Moody Blues,
Anakelly,
Sam Rivers,
Jerry's Kids,
Faraquet,
Brick,
The Kinks,
Popol Vuh,
The Wake,
Amon Düül,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tim Buckley,
Schoolly D,
Anthony Braxton,
Kayak,
Aswad,
Crime,
Yazoo,
Godley & Creme,
Sister Nancy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
a-ha,
Aaron Thompson,
Aural Exciters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Flesh Eaters,
Theoretical Girls,
Desert Stars,
Intrusion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Television,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.