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 Brunei and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba 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 Crispian St. Peters to the techno 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Big Daddy Kane,
Excepter,
Schoolly D,
One Last Wish,
Neil Young,
Fad Gadget,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fluxion,
Althea and Donna,
Quando Quango,
Gichy Dan,
Rites of Spring,
Interpol,
Jeru the Damaja,
Swell Maps,
Symarip,
Section 25,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Television Personalities,
CMW,
Lyres,
Albert Ayler,
Fat Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Camberwell Now,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ronan,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Music Machine,
Barbara Tucker,
Sonic Youth,
Hashim,
Bang On A Can,
The Blackbyrds,
Stockholm Monsters,
The J.B.'s,
Josef K,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Leaves,
Colin Newman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Angry Samoans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Howard Jones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bauhaus,
Tom Boy,
Sparks,
Whodini,
Morten Harket,
Blossom Toes,
Scott Walker,
Lungfish,
Young Marble Giants,
Talk Talk,
Scientists,
Joe Smooth,
Ken Boothe,
Janne Schatter,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.