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 Cyprus and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 Silicon Teens to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Khruangbin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Last Poets,
48th St. Collective,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rufus Thomas,
Connie Case,
Cluster,
Gong,
Slick Rick,
The J.B.'s,
Television Personalities,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Toasters,
The Red Krayola,
Colin Newman,
Marine Girls,
Massinfluence,
The Kinks,
Aswad,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Man Eating Sloth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
World's Most,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chris & Cosey,
James White and The Blacks,
Organ,
The Saints,
The Misunderstood,
Slave,
Joy Division,
Q and Not U,
Niagra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Excepter,
The Residents,
The Raincoats,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Yellowson,
Chrome,
Ornette Coleman,
Fela Kuti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
ABC,
Neil Young,
Radiohead,
Essential Logic,
The Five Americans,
Judy Mowatt,
The Angels of Light,
Sex Pistols,
Agent Orange,
Blancmange,
Henry Cow,
a-ha,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.