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 Slovenia and from Toronto.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing 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 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 B.T. Express to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harpers Bizarre,
OOIOO,
Depeche Mode,
David McCallum,
the Association,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Womack,
Heaven 17,
Lindisfarne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deakin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fela Kuti,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Bananas,
Nico,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Sonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jacques Brel,
Flipper,
Deepchord,
Con Funk Shun,
The Standells,
The Zeros,
Bill Wells,
The Cowsills,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Steve Hackett,
These Immortal Souls,
Maleditus Sound,
X-102,
Fluxion,
Skriet,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gap Band,
Jeff Lynne,
The Kinks,
Agent Orange,
Hoover,
Kevin Saunderson,
Franke,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter and Kerry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sam Rivers,
Unwound,
Marmalade,
KRS-One,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
Nirvana,
PIL,
Khruangbin,
Man Parrish,
Slick Rick,
The Monochrome Set,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gichy Dan,
Country Teasers,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.