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 Kyrgyzstan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Erykah Badu to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator 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 harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
The Trojans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tommy Roe,
Henry Cow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bluetip,
Section 25,
Bizarre Inc.,
Anthony Braxton,
The Zeros,
The Cramps,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pylon,
A Certain Ratio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rosa Yemen,
The Star Department,
Gregory Isaacs,
Colin Newman,
Juan Atkins,
Junior Murvin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Erasure,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gap Band,
The Stooges,
Pussy Galore,
Crash Course in Science,
Quantec,
The Music Machine,
Deepchord,
Banda Bassotti,
Suburban Knight,
Half Japanese,
Second Layer,
The Tremeloes,
Hot Snakes,
Minutemen,
Warren Ellis,
The Leaves,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The New Christs,
Connie Case,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter and Kerry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flipper,
Underground Resistance,
Bronski Beat,
Black Flag,
David Axelrod,
Simply Red,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Modern Lovers,
Harmonia,
JFA,
Niagra,
New York Dolls,
Shoche,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.