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 Armenia and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 The Saints to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sandy B,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fuzztones,
Pantytec,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thee Headcoats,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aloha Tigers,
Monolake,
Easy Going,
Gang Starr,
Wolf Eyes,
Ronan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lakeside,
Connie Case,
Jandek,
Moss Icon,
Marmalade,
Quadrant,
Scratch Acid,
Marshall Jefferson,
Swans,
New Order,
Rites of Spring,
Country Teasers,
Bluetip,
The Move,
the Fania All-Stars,
Excepter,
Juan Atkins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cheater Slicks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
D'Angelo,
Ohio Players,
Scrapy,
Circle Jerks,
The Cure,
Average White Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Darondo,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Motions,
Crooked Eye,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
In Retrospect,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fluxion,
Saccharine Trust,
Half Japanese,
The Last Poets,
T. Rex,
The Star Department,
Gerry Rafferty,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.