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 Tajikistan and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Deakin to the grime 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minny Pops,
Hashim,
Radiohead,
Michelle Simonal,
David Bowie,
The Beau Brummels,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alison Limerick,
Technova,
Bootsy Collins,
Audionom,
cv313,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sandy B,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rakim,
Buzzcocks,
Archie Shepp,
The Cowsills,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Martian,
the Bar-Kays,
The Moleskins,
E-Dancer,
The Alarm Clocks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Delta 5,
June Days,
Deakin,
Brand Nubian,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Slits,
Stereo Dub,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hoover,
Accadde A,
Cybotron,
Kool Moe Dee,
Young Marble Giants,
The Pretty Things,
DNA,
Supertramp,
Severed Heads,
Crime,
Sound Behaviour,
Howard Jones,
the Association,
Kurtis Blow,
Hasil Adkins,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Young Rascals,
MDC,
Quando Quango,
Big Daddy Kane,
Agitation Free,
The Saints,
The Cramps,
Animal Collective,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.