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 Cyprus and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Minor Threat to the jazz 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
The Monochrome Set,
Delta 5,
Altered Images,
Smog,
Outsiders,
Flipper,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Neu!,
Skarface,
Brick,
Silicon Teens,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Wyatt,
JFA,
Cecil Taylor,
Deadbeat,
the Germs,
Eric Dolphy,
Tres Demented,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Invisible,
Khruangbin,
Pulsallama,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Warsaw,
D'Angelo,
Vladislav Delay,
Ponytail,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Masters at Work,
Yaz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Buckinghams,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Anakelly,
Simply Red,
Charles Mingus,
The Fugs,
Darondo,
John Foxx,
Hardrive,
Sex Pistols,
DJ Style,
Sparks,
Index,
Warren Ellis,
Girls At Our Best!,
UT,
Minny Pops,
Arcadia,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moebius,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sister Nancy,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.