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 Malta and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Gang Gang Dance to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Sound Behaviour,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ornette Coleman,
Sonic Youth,
Faust,
Joensuu 1685,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ohio Players,
Cybotron,
Siglo XX,
Jerry's Kids,
Cameo,
John Holt,
Essential Logic,
Yellowson,
Soft Cell,
New York Dolls,
Donny Hathaway,
Circle Jerks,
Todd Rundgren,
The Divine Comedy,
Panda Bear,
Crispian St. Peters,
The New Christs,
The Angels of Light,
Shuggie Otis,
Jawbox,
Lalann,
Letta Mbulu,
Monolake,
48th St. Collective,
Aswad,
Absolute Body Control,
Pagans,
Jandek,
Marvin Gaye,
Agent Orange,
Audionom,
the Bar-Kays,
Leonard Cohen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skarface,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
PIL,
Derrick May,
Marmalade,
Adolescents,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Masters at Work,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Swans,
Aural Exciters,
David Bowie,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Zero Boys,
Joey Negro,
The Selecter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rosa Yemen,
David Axelrod,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.