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 Antigua and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 Henry Cow to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Theoretical Girls,
Supertramp,
Urselle,
Tommy Roe,
Scratch Acid,
Interpol,
Rotary Connection,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Monochrome Set,
K-Klass,
Jeff Lynne,
The Tremeloes,
Swans,
Aswad,
Gong,
The Move,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rufus Thomas,
Peter & Gordon,
Marvin Gaye,
The Divine Comedy,
Bronski Beat,
Faust,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barrington Levy,
Toni Rubio,
Brand Nubian,
The Sonics,
Easy Going,
Deadbeat,
Chrome,
Kurtis Blow,
Derrick May,
The Pretty Things,
Susan Cadogan,
Von Mondo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Zapp,
Lou Reed,
The Cramps,
This Heat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Country Teasers,
Minutemen,
David Bowie,
Surgeon,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boz Scaggs,
The Five Americans,
kango's stein massive,
The Barracudas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare,
Boredoms,
Nick Fraelich,
Hashim,
Quando Quango,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.