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 Netherlands 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Donald Fagen 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 Massinfluence to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Flash Fearless,
Sonny Sharrock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Depeche Mode,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brass Construction,
Section 25,
Neu!,
Adolescents,
The Five Americans,
The Walker Brothers,
Mars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Half Japanese,
This Heat,
Minor Threat,
The Busters,
Albert Ayler,
Thee Headcoats,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-101,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pagans,
Interpol,
Second Layer,
Lalann,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Selecter,
Avey Tare,
Dark Day,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gong,
Dennis Brown,
Cheater Slicks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nas,
These Immortal Souls,
The Pretty Things,
Wire,
Silicon Teens,
Janne Schatter,
The Smiths,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Outsiders,
Joe Smooth,
Y Pants,
The Neon Judgement,
Terry Callier,
The Gories,
F. McDonald,
Ludus,
Gang Starr,
Scion,
Main Source,
The Birthday Party,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Warsaw,
Marvin Gaye,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.