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 Croatia and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 The Busters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
The Toasters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Animal Collective,
Joy Division,
Funkadelic,
Jerry's Kids,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sound,
Pere Ubu,
The Happenings,
The United States of America,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rotary Connection,
Massinfluence,
the Slits,
Pantytec,
Interpol,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fela Kuti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Khruangbin,
Peter and Kerry,
Country Teasers,
The Monks,
Derrick May,
Terry Callier,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mojo Men,
Kas Product,
Todd Terry,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Real Kids,
Rod Modell,
David Axelrod,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jandek,
Maleditus Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Music Machine,
Television,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Avey Tare,
Sonic Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
EPMD,
Sugar Minott,
DNA,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joey Negro,
Underground Resistance,
Flash Fearless,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Womack,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Stooges,
Lalann,
OOIOO,
Bill Wells,
The Invisible,
Derrick Morgan,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.