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 Bhutan and from Lagos.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Country Teasers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Count Five,
Anakelly,
Judy Mowatt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thompson Twins,
Skriet,
Joe Smooth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hashim,
Albert Ayler,
Black Flag,
Jandek,
Japan,
Sam Rivers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
China Crisis,
Arcadia,
Motorama,
Ronan,
Index,
Groovy Waters,
Spoonie Gee,
Guru Guru,
the Swans,
Faust,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Raincoats,
Soft Cell,
The Busters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Flamin' Groovies,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joensuu 1685,
The Red Krayola,
Half Japanese,
Archie Shepp,
Tears for Fears,
Aswad,
Bang On A Can,
Slick Rick,
Ultra Naté,
Cecil Taylor,
The Selecter,
Alphaville,
Cameo,
Y Pants,
Amazonics,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sonics,
Josef K,
Sixth Finger,
Darondo,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Womack,
Parry Music,
Theoretical Girls,
Make Up,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.