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 Iceland and from Columbus.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Oneida to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Zapp,
Agent Orange,
John Lydon,
Nirvana,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Khruangbin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scott Walker,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Moss Icon,
Panda Bear,
Moebius,
Whodini,
Nils Olav,
The Neon Judgement,
Deadbeat,
Monks,
Lungfish,
Juan Atkins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pylon,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Barracudas,
Harry Pussy,
The Alarm Clocks,
The J.B.'s,
Theoretical Girls,
The Zeros,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dark Day,
John Holt,
The Associates,
Hoover,
The Durutti Column,
The Smiths,
Marmalade,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Funkadelic,
Neu!,
The Walker Brothers,
The Victims,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Black Dice,
Black Pus,
Soft Machine,
Bill Wells,
The Trojans,
Basic Channel,
Fluxion,
The Sound,
Patti Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
Chrome,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Quantec,
Malaria!,
Henry Cow,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.