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 Spokane.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 Animal Collective to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Young Rascals,
Model 500,
The Birthday Party,
The Pop Group,
Donny Hathaway,
The Selecter,
Monks,
The Martian,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wings,
Organ,
Joey Negro,
Mo-Dettes,
Mark Hollis,
Bad Manners,
Gang Green,
Aaron Thompson,
Godley & Creme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Swans,
Drexciya,
The Mojo Men,
Matthew Halsall,
The Zeros,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Q and Not U,
John Holt,
Laurel Aitken,
June of 44,
Skaos,
Connie Case,
Eric Copeland,
Darondo,
The Dirtbombs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gastr Del Sol,
Prince Buster,
DNA,
Al Stewart,
The Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fortunes,
Chris Corsano,
Main Source,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Trojans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Spoonie Gee,
Sixth Finger,
Japan,
Alphaville,
Procol Harum,
Henry Cow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aswad,
Barrington Levy,
The Index,
Suicide,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.