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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Busters,
Moebius,
Bad Manners,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fire Engines,
Television,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DJ Style,
Drive Like Jehu,
Darondo,
Spoonie Gee,
Bluetip,
Peter and Kerry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gories,
Aaron Thompson,
Talk Talk,
Todd Rundgren,
Blancmange,
the Swans,
Eric Dolphy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
X-102,
Godley & Creme,
Graham Central Station,
Lucky Dragons,
Hashim,
The Mojo Men,
The Cramps,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeff Mills,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cluster,
The Residents,
Davy DMX,
Underground Resistance,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Index,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barry Ungar,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fuzztones,
Scrapy,
Robert Görl,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bootsy Collins,
The Modern Lovers,
The Divine Comedy,
Andrew Hill,
Ronan,
the Germs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Monochrome Set,
Skarface,
The Leaves,
Barclay James Harvest,
Section 25,
Easy Going,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.