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 Laos and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Slits to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 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 chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fugazi,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rufus Thomas,
The Happenings,
Frankie Knuckles,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
Idris Muhammad,
Barbara Tucker,
Goldenarms,
Funkadelic,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sonics,
Peter & Gordon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sixth Finger,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Make Up,
Alton Ellis,
A Certain Ratio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Index,
Young Marble Giants,
Siglo XX,
Pierre Henry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barrington Levy,
Chrome,
Yaz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kerrie Biddell,
kango's stein massive,
James White and The Blacks,
Theoretical Girls,
Q65,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wolf Eyes,
Intrusion,
Ultra Naté,
The Offenders,
The Mummies,
David Bowie,
Andrew Hill,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultimate Spinach,
Shuggie Otis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Christie,
Porter Ricks,
Charles Mingus,
Youth Brigade,
Sonny Sharrock,
Warsaw,
Hasil Adkins,
The Monochrome Set,
Bang On A Can,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.