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 Burkina and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the grime 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Marshall Jefferson,
Metal Thangz,
Rosa Yemen,
Circle Jerks,
Minny Pops,
Barrington Levy,
H. Thieme,
Derrick May,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dirtbombs,
The Divine Comedy,
Fatback Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Magma,
Bobby Womack,
Stockholm Monsters,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Normal,
Sound Behaviour,
Eden Ahbez,
The Move,
Fear,
Rites of Spring,
a-ha,
Rufus Thomas,
Yusef Lateef,
Delta 5,
Niagra,
Icehouse,
The J.B.'s,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tom Boy,
Soft Cell,
The Raincoats,
Wally Richardson,
EPMD,
Sonic Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flipper,
Crispy Ambulance,
Das Ding,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mission of Burma,
JFA,
The United States of America,
The American Breed,
Jerry Gold Smith,
A Certain Ratio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blake Baxter,
Royal Trux,
The Five Americans,
Black Flag,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.