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 Fiji and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 LL Cool J to the rock 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fugazi,
Arthur Verocai,
Pere Ubu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marmalade,
New Age Steppers,
Terrestrial Tones,
ABC,
Bootsy Collins,
Soul II Soul,
Depeche Mode,
The Moleskins,
the Human League,
The Monks,
Eden Ahbez,
Crime,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Electric Prunes,
Michelle Simonal,
Unwound,
Cluster,
MC5,
Lalann,
Popol Vuh,
cv313,
Anthony Braxton,
The Walker Brothers,
The Index,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deakin,
Marvin Gaye,
The Names,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tears for Fears,
Ken Boothe,
Yazoo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Arcadia,
Sarah Menescal,
Magma,
Sun Ra,
Bob Dylan,
Aloha Tigers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Model 500,
The Gun Club,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marine Girls,
Skarface,
Steve Hackett,
Maurizio,
Jacques Brel,
Basic Channel,
Althea and Donna,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amon Düül,
Skriet,
World's Most,
Max Romeo,
Hoover,
Siglo XX,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.