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 Peru and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pylon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cure,
Donald Byrd,
The Selecter,
The Electric Prunes,
Flamin' Groovies,
K-Klass,
Visage,
Minny Pops,
Kas Product,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soulsonic Force,
Cal Tjader,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hot Snakes,
Ludus,
Motorama,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Icehouse,
Pantytec,
Soft Cell,
Sonic Youth,
The New Christs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mission of Burma,
Laurel Aitken,
Mo-Dettes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Technova,
The Buckinghams,
Agent Orange,
June Days,
Michelle Simonal,
Bill Wells,
Loose Ends,
The Dead C,
Joe Finger,
Tomorrow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dennis Brown,
Television,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rotary Connection,
Boredoms,
Kurtis Blow,
Half Japanese,
Skriet,
Ituana,
Ralphi Rosario,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vainqueur,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DJ Sneak,
The Doors,
Moss Icon,
The Golliwogs,
The Divine Comedy,
Niagra,
Quantec,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.