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 Bahrain and from New York.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rites of Spring to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Cecil Taylor,
Tom Boy,
Lungfish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barbara Tucker,
Graham Central Station,
Robert Görl,
The Gun Club,
The Standells,
The Associates,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Selecter,
Avey Tare,
Vladislav Delay,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Bar-Kays,
Excepter,
Japan,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Mummies,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Newcleus,
Marvin Gaye,
Jandek,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fela Kuti,
Funky Four + One,
The Techniques,
Carl Craig,
Junior Murvin,
Monolake,
Tomorrow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soft Machine,
ABC,
The Alarm Clocks,
Morten Harket,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Young Marble Giants,
Todd Terry,
Dave Gahan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Easy Going,
The Beau Brummels,
Stereo Dub,
Skaos,
Jeff Mills,
Nirvana,
Vainqueur,
Hardrive,
Cybotron,
The Index,
In Retrospect,
Barrington Levy,
Peter & Gordon,
Yazoo,
Intrusion,
ABBA,
Roxette,
Susan Cadogan,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.