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 Mozambique and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 Donald Byrd to the rock 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Fatback Band,
Barrington Levy,
Malaria!,
PIL,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
This Heat,
The Black Dice,
Blake Baxter,
the Swans,
Blancmange,
Babytalk,
Unrelated Segments,
Country Teasers,
The Selecter,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed,
The American Breed,
Accadde A,
X-101,
Sandy B,
Yusef Lateef,
Minor Threat,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sonics,
The Golliwogs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dual Sessions,
Bootsy Collins,
Scientists,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Can,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Starr,
James White and The Blacks,
These Immortal Souls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lakeside,
The Motions,
MC5,
Hashim,
Wally Richardson,
Ice-T,
The Fugs,
La Düsseldorf,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jacob Miller,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jerry's Kids,
Amon Düül II,
Warren Ellis,
Q65,
The Stooges,
The Saints,
Amon Düül,
Donald Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.