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 Lesotho and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Minutemen to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deepchord,
Groovy Waters,
The Last Poets,
Don Cherry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Associates,
Radiopuhelimet,
Iggy Pop,
The Index,
Crooked Eye,
Swell Maps,
Soft Cell,
Hoover,
Joe Finger,
Excepter,
Agitation Free,
David Bowie,
K-Klass,
In Retrospect,
X-101,
The Stooges,
The Moleskins,
Jesper Dahlback,
June Days,
Warsaw,
Siglo XX,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Metal Thangz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Das Ding,
The Star Department,
Joey Negro,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Funkadelic,
Barrington Levy,
Make Up,
Arthur Verocai,
The Black Dice,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Juan Atkins,
Angry Samoans,
48th St. Collective,
Desert Stars,
Easy Going,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Adolescents,
Eric B and Rakim,
Intrusion,
Bang On A Can,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David Axelrod,
June of 44,
Black Bananas,
New York Dolls,
Soft Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cramps,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
U.S. Maple,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.