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 Maldives and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
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 Lou Reed 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 Nick Fraelich to the crunk 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
The Trojans,
The Doors,
Sällskapet,
Fat Boys,
Moebius,
R.M.O.,
Robert Hood,
Kenny Larkin,
Pantytec,
Leonard Cohen,
Tom Boy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bush Tetras,
Cheater Slicks,
Mark Hollis,
Isaac Hayes,
Alice Coltrane,
Don Cherry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Unwound,
Funky Four + One,
Moss Icon,
The Moleskins,
The Buckinghams,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Saints,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skriet,
Animal Collective,
Scratch Acid,
Deadbeat,
Eve St. Jones,
The Pop Group,
The Motions,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Modern Lovers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cecil Taylor,
Theoretical Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Groovy Waters,
June Days,
Au Pairs,
Section 25,
Barrington Levy,
The Litter,
Television,
The Wake,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crime,
Surgeon,
Royal Trux,
X-Ray Spex,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Bananas,
Youth Brigade,
Jacques Brel,
Metal Thangz,
Unrelated Segments,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.