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 Germany and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Charles Mingus,
Malaria!,
The Techniques,
Ten City,
Cybotron,
The Smoke,
The Slackers,
Sarah Menescal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Selecter,
Unwound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lakeside,
Flash Fearless,
Babytalk,
Massinfluence,
Al Stewart,
EPMD,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nils Olav,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Young Marble Giants,
Surgeon,
Rosa Yemen,
Glenn Branca,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Hood,
Ituana,
Angry Samoans,
the Slits,
Scion,
Ossler,
Deakin,
Gang Green,
Dawn Penn,
The Cowsills,
Bauhaus,
the Sonics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lyres,
Piero Umiliani,
Derrick May,
Lalann,
Slick Rick,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
T.S.O.L.,
Chris Corsano,
The Human League,
Aloha Tigers,
Davy DMX,
Circle Jerks,
A Certain Ratio,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.