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 Manila.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Popol Vuh to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer 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 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Little Man,
The Barracudas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marvin Gaye,
Pantytec,
Rekid,
Skarface,
Hardrive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scientists,
The Litter,
kango's stein massive,
Icehouse,
Vainqueur,
CMW,
Liliput,
Sarah Menescal,
The Remains,
Pagans,
The Electric Prunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
10cc,
Pere Ubu,
Cecil Taylor,
Fear,
Grauzone,
Slick Rick,
Barrington Levy,
Harpers Bizarre,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Black Dice,
Crispy Ambulance,
The American Breed,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Foxx,
The Five Americans,
Cameo,
Jacob Miller,
Skaos,
The Grass Roots,
Oneida,
Dark Day,
Dennis Brown,
OOIOO,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mission of Burma,
F. McDonald,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bad Manners,
Joyce Sims,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ice-T,
John Cale,
Godley & Creme,
The Knickerbockers,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.