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 Dominica and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 Nation of Ulysses to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Jawbox,
E-Dancer,
The Gap Band,
Fear,
Eric B and Rakim,
Janne Schatter,
Con Funk Shun,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Cale,
Minny Pops,
Black Sheep,
Skriet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Prince Buster,
Schoolly D,
Moby Grape,
Popol Vuh,
Bauhaus,
Fatback Band,
Sun Ra,
Los Fastidios,
Barbara Tucker,
John Foxx,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Suicide,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Circle Jerks,
D'Angelo,
Nirvana,
10cc,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lindisfarne,
The Buckinghams,
John Coltrane,
Royal Trux,
PIL,
New Age Steppers,
Goldenarms,
MC5,
The Evens,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Josef K,
Yusef Lateef,
Slave,
Soft Cell,
The Cowsills,
Theoretical Girls,
the Germs,
The Velvet Underground,
The Doors,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Surgeon,
The Names,
B.T. Express,
Cluster,
The Birthday Party,
Avey Tare,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.