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 Palau and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 Eden Ahbez to the rock 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw 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?
Vladislav Delay,
Pantytec,
Japan,
The Stooges,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Angels of Light,
Interpol,
Marvin Gaye,
Donald Byrd,
Lebanon Hanover,
Second Layer,
the Bar-Kays,
Bad Manners,
Sight & Sound,
Subhumans,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeff Mills,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
This Heat,
Radiohead,
Alice Coltrane,
Maurizio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Danielle Patucci,
Model 500,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Oblivians,
Trumans Water,
Minnie Riperton,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sarah Menescal,
Nick Fraelich,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Skatalites,
Franke,
Glenn Branca,
Rakim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kenny Larkin,
Khruangbin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aswad,
Flash Fearless,
Throbbing Gristle,
Silicon Teens,
Little Man,
Pantaleimon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Amazonics,
Moebius,
Outsiders,
Duran Duran,
The Litter,
Ohio Players,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.