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 Korea North and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Zeros to the rap 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days 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?
Subhumans,
Charles Mingus,
Suburban Knight,
The Gun Club,
Warsaw,
Guru Guru,
U.S. Maple,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minutemen,
Idris Muhammad,
Magma,
Kerri Chandler,
Intrusion,
Darondo,
Terry Callier,
The New Christs,
Soft Machine,
Outsiders,
DJ Style,
Infiniti,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ten City,
the Germs,
Lebanon Hanover,
AZ,
The Saints,
Radio Birdman,
Magazine,
Erykah Badu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flipper,
Mo-Dettes,
Aloha Tigers,
Blancmange,
the Slits,
Kayak,
Radiopuhelimet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Public Enemy,
Roxette,
Johnny Clarke,
Half Japanese,
David Bowie,
The Cure,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Danielle Patucci,
Nas,
Television,
Dorothy Ashby,
DJ Sneak,
Con Funk Shun,
The Index,
Yazoo,
EPMD,
Henry Cow,
John Coltrane,
Godley & Creme,
The Motions,
Main Source,
Pet Shop Boys,
Faust,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.