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 Iran and from Stockholm.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 Blossom Toes to the grime 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Motorama,
Mr. Review,
The Slackers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Swell Maps,
The Mojo Men,
Iggy Pop,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bad Manners,
Second Layer,
Tim Buckley,
Television,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Arcadia,
AZ,
H. Thieme,
Lungfish,
Black Sheep,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marmalade,
The Martian,
Gerry Rafferty,
Toni Rubio,
Skarface,
Joy Division,
Interpol,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Stooges,
The Leaves,
Khruangbin,
John Foxx,
Skaos,
New Order,
Lalann,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Magma,
This Heat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Severed Heads,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aswad,
Joensuu 1685,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scott Walker,
LL Cool J,
Amazonics,
Alison Limerick,
the Normal,
The Barracudas,
Metal Thangz,
Soulsonic Force,
Section 25,
Altered Images,
Delta 5,
Surgeon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Massinfluence,
Duran Duran,
The Standells,
Unrelated Segments,
Amon Düül II,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.