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 San Marino and from Jakarta.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 Wings to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minor Threat,
Qualms,
Royal Trux,
Yaz,
X-102,
Altered Images,
The New Christs,
The Busters,
Panda Bear,
Girls At Our Best!,
Second Layer,
Funky Four + One,
The Kinks,
Scratch Acid,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mandrill,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Das Ding,
Brick,
Thompson Twins,
This Heat,
Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Divine Comedy,
Los Fastidios,
Alice Coltrane,
The Star Department,
ABC,
Jawbox,
The Dirtbombs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jacques Brel,
Tom Boy,
Dawn Penn,
Arab on Radar,
June of 44,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cramps,
Anakelly,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Absolute Body Control,
The Zeros,
Terry Callier,
Bad Manners,
Jeff Mills,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eddi Front,
Bronski Beat,
Arthur Verocai,
EPMD,
Warren Ellis,
Isaac Hayes,
Charles Mingus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Erykah Badu,
the Human League,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.