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 Yemen and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ 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 Black Bananas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Second Layer,
cv313,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Vladislav Delay,
The Trojans,
Niagra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Surgeon,
OOIOO,
Stetsasonic,
Crash Course in Science,
Glenn Branca,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Angry Samoans,
Subhumans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amon Düül II,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Techniques,
Alphaville,
Icehouse,
CMW,
Soft Cell,
Arcadia,
Robert Görl,
Jerry's Kids,
Pussy Galore,
Fela Kuti,
The Fire Engines,
Sparks,
Drexciya,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Desert Stars,
Tubeway Army,
Agent Orange,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Wyatt,
The Monks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roger Hodgson,
Wasted Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric Copeland,
Brand Nubian,
One Last Wish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blancmange,
Arab on Radar,
Nils Olav,
The Raincoats,
Section 25,
Man Parrish,
Warren Ellis,
The Durutti Column,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.