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 Colombia and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
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 oboe 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 New Age Steppers 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Derrick May,
Panda Bear,
June of 44,
Lakeside,
Camberwell Now,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Sherman,
Scion,
Brand Nubian,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
David Bowie,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Colin Newman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joyce Sims,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fear,
Buzzcocks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scientists,
The Cure,
Sun City Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Model 500,
Sällskapet,
June Days,
Big Daddy Kane,
Public Enemy,
The Music Machine,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radio Birdman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jerry's Kids,
The Martian,
Arcadia,
Faraquet,
Bush Tetras,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Mojo Men,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Star Department,
Desert Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fugs,
Marine Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Todd Terry,
Slave,
Soft Machine,
Groovy Waters,
Leonard Cohen,
The Standells,
John Coltrane,
Magma,
Hardrive,
the Slits,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.