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 Belarus and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Mr. Review to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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,
Aloha Tigers,
48th St. Collective,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cameo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brick,
This Heat,
Reagan Youth,
Byron Stingily,
Excepter,
Cal Tjader,
the Swans,
Deakin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Talk Talk,
Grauzone,
Darondo,
Sparks,
B.T. Express,
Sound Behaviour,
Leonard Cohen,
Soul II Soul,
Don Cherry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boz Scaggs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Suburban Knight,
Unrelated Segments,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pulsallama,
The Barracudas,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott Heron,
In Retrospect,
The Kinks,
Qualms,
Yellowson,
H. Thieme,
Dark Day,
Quantec,
Delta 5,
Y Pants,
Soul Sonic Force,
Television Personalities,
Silicon Teens,
Franke,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joensuu 1685,
Boredoms,
Eric B and Rakim,
Loose Ends,
Banda Bassotti,
Wire,
Drive Like Jehu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ice-T,
Ossler,
Cheater Slicks,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.