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 Colombia and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Angels of Light to the rock 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Scientists,
Severed Heads,
La Düsseldorf,
Infiniti,
Trumans Water,
Arcadia,
Cluster,
Pere Ubu,
Jacques Brel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Organ,
Brand Nubian,
The Kinks,
Swans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Busters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Smoke,
The Gap Band,
Faust,
Sound Behaviour,
Oneida,
Blake Baxter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Altered Images,
Parry Music,
Magma,
Japan,
R.M.O.,
David Axelrod,
Soft Machine,
The Slits,
Stereo Dub,
Brothers Johnson,
Donald Byrd,
DJ Style,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
June Days,
Derrick May,
Eve St. Jones,
Surgeon,
Panda Bear,
Audionom,
The Wake,
F. McDonald,
Spoonie Gee,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Coltrane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Germs,
Grey Daturas,
Pussy Galore,
Agitation Free,
Soft Cell,
Qualms,
The Count Five,
Hot Snakes,
Hoover,
Lalann,
New York Dolls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Section 25,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.