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 Latvia 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Niagra to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
OOIOO,
John Holt,
Camouflage,
Gong,
Marine Girls,
Carl Craig,
Black Bananas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Matthew Halsall,
Technova,
The Mummies,
The Litter,
Pylon,
The Wake,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tim Buckley,
The Electric Prunes,
The Real Kids,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fall,
Loose Ends,
Nils Olav,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Y Pants,
Moss Icon,
Black Moon,
The Neon Judgement,
DNA,
Supertramp,
Mo-Dettes,
Dark Day,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Byrd,
La Düsseldorf,
Donald Byrd,
Camberwell Now,
World's Most,
Prince Buster,
Cybotron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Alarm Clocks,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Motorama,
Kerri Chandler,
Warsaw,
Second Layer,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Shoche,
Mars,
LL Cool J,
Don Cherry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wire,
The Saints,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.