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 Iceland and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 Swans to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Sarah Menescal,
Moss Icon,
Eve St. Jones,
Glenn Branca,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Section 25,
Theoretical Girls,
Camberwell Now,
The Count Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang of Four,
Stockholm Monsters,
Vladislav Delay,
Young Marble Giants,
Donny Hathaway,
June of 44,
Ronan,
Steve Hackett,
Sonic Youth,
Mantronix,
Prince Buster,
Thee Headcoats,
Porter Ricks,
In Retrospect,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Metal Thangz,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Amon Düül II,
John Coltrane,
Soft Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pierre Henry,
Easy Going,
Hoover,
Ultravox,
Whodini,
Pulsallama,
Gang Green,
Ituana,
The Cure,
Technova,
Panda Bear,
The Victims,
Talk Talk,
Lindisfarne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tommy Roe,
Albert Ayler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
UT,
Nick Fraelich,
DNA,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Howard Jones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.