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 Cambodia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 Icehouse to the disco 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Green,
Barrington Levy,
a-ha,
The J.B.'s,
Ken Boothe,
Simply Red,
Crash Course in Science,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeff Lynne,
the Sonics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Motions,
Boredoms,
Unrelated Segments,
CMW,
Lakeside,
John Holt,
Groovy Waters,
Roxy Music,
Nirvana,
Deepchord,
Thee Headcoats,
Throbbing Gristle,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lyres,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Index,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
cv313,
Malaria!,
Radiohead,
Quantec,
Sonic Youth,
Rosa Yemen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Doobie Brothers,
Iggy Pop,
These Immortal Souls,
Can,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Busters,
Camberwell Now,
Lungfish,
Wolf Eyes,
Joensuu 1685,
Rites of Spring,
Visage,
Saccharine Trust,
Rekid,
Alphaville,
Public Image Ltd.,
Swell Maps,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Doors,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Kinks,
Lalann,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.