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 Barbados and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Michael McDonald 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 OOIOO to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Grey Daturas,
Carl Craig,
Lungfish,
Black Moon,
Thee Headcoats,
China Crisis,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Charles Mingus,
The Gladiators,
Mr. Review,
Crispian St. Peters,
Maurizio,
Soulsonic Force,
Zapp,
Main Source,
The Saints,
The Remains,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Foxx,
Glenn Branca,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yazoo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
K-Klass,
Jeru the Damaja,
June Days,
Audionom,
Angry Samoans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Shuggie Otis,
Royal Trux,
The Associates,
The Pretty Things,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minny Pops,
Eli Mardock,
Liliput,
Isaac Hayes,
Sonic Youth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bush Tetras,
Moss Icon,
The Standells,
Joe Smooth,
MDC,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cal Tjader,
The Leaves,
Marmalade,
Stetsasonic,
Interpol,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gerry Rafferty,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Suicide,
E-Dancer,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.