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 Macedonia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 DJ Sneak to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Eve St. Jones,
Connie Case,
Byron Stingily,
Todd Terry,
kango's stein massive,
Hot Snakes,
World's Most,
The Invisible,
Spandau Ballet,
The Black Dice,
Bang On A Can,
Lower 48,
Peter and Kerry,
Kerri Chandler,
Albert Ayler,
Bronski Beat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aswad,
Harry Pussy,
Anthony Braxton,
The Leaves,
Prince Buster,
Newcleus,
The Dirtbombs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Model 500,
Eddi Front,
Make Up,
OOIOO,
Cecil Taylor,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lalann,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Warsaw,
Sex Pistols,
The Selecter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crooked Eye,
Piero Umiliani,
Duran Duran,
Scott Walker,
Royal Trux,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eden Ahbez,
Gastr Del Sol,
Circle Jerks,
The Fire Engines,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Slackers,
The Tremeloes,
Erasure,
Television,
Flipper,
The Busters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jawbox,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Slits,
Stetsasonic,
Nirvana,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.