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 Afghanistan 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rhythm & Sound to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Electric Prunes,
Little Man,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Buckinghams,
48th St. Collective,
Jeru the Damaja,
KRS-One,
Tim Buckley,
Can,
James White and The Blacks,
Mission of Burma,
Gang Green,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Görl,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scratch Acid,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stiv Bators,
Ultra Naté,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tomorrow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wolf Eyes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Piero Umiliani,
The Real Kids,
the Normal,
Accadde A,
EPMD,
Ultravox,
Rekid,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Babytalk,
Eddi Front,
Roy Ayers,
ABC,
Scion,
The Fall,
Agent Orange,
The Velvet Underground,
Scan 7,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cure,
Dave Gahan,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Names,
Harry Pussy,
The Happenings,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Young Rascals,
The Durutti Column,
Massinfluence,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.