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 Australia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 kango's stein massive to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Deepchord,
Roger Hodgson,
The Real Kids,
The Fire Engines,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moby Grape,
Sister Nancy,
Alison Limerick,
Inner City,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mantronix,
The Durutti Column,
Bang On A Can,
Ultimate Spinach,
Monks,
Marine Girls,
The Standells,
Maurizio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aswad,
Joensuu 1685,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Saints,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lyres,
Banda Bassotti,
The Monks,
Boredoms,
the Germs,
Al Stewart,
Underground Resistance,
Ornette Coleman,
Clear Light,
Black Moon,
Isaac Hayes,
Bluetip,
Mad Mike,
Fugazi,
The Buckinghams,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bush Tetras,
Sex Pistols,
Khruangbin,
Lightning Bolt,
Simply Red,
Guru Guru,
Massinfluence,
The Toasters,
Sonic Youth,
Sight & Sound,
Kayak,
B.T. Express,
Urselle,
Metal Thangz,
Gichy Dan,
Robert Wyatt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Flag,
Kaleidoscope,
Josef K,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.