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 Japan and from Shanghai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Pretty Things to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mo-Dettes,
A Certain Ratio,
The Slackers,
The Misunderstood,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cure,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
K-Klass,
Siglo XX,
Black Flag,
Pagans,
Aloha Tigers,
B.T. Express,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grauzone,
Schoolly D,
Black Moon,
Colin Newman,
Masters at Work,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Severed Heads,
Black Bananas,
Bill Near,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Goldenarms,
Todd Rundgren,
The J.B.'s,
Pulsallama,
Erykah Badu,
Connie Case,
X-101,
The Trojans,
Parry Music,
Laurel Aitken,
Amon Düül,
The Invisible,
Jacob Miller,
UT,
Gastr Del Sol,
Man Parrish,
Cecil Taylor,
Wire,
Stockholm Monsters,
Howard Jones,
The Music Machine,
Carl Craig,
Zapp,
the Human League,
John Coltrane,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moss Icon,
John Holt,
Stereo Dub,
The Count Five,
Essential Logic,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.