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 Italy and from Portland.
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 Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum 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 synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Surgeon,
The Gories,
Minny Pops,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lower 48,
The Martian,
Tommy Roe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Judy Mowatt,
Animal Collective,
Scott Walker,
Brothers Johnson,
Roger Hodgson,
Von Mondo,
Graham Central Station,
Oblivians,
Altered Images,
Nirvana,
The Real Kids,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gladiators,
Mad Mike,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dead C,
Saccharine Trust,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lucky Dragons,
Barry Ungar,
A Certain Ratio,
Jandek,
Qualms,
Severed Heads,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kayak,
Second Layer,
AZ,
The Grass Roots,
Pantaleimon,
Quadrant,
Sixth Finger,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Smog,
OOIOO,
Cecil Taylor,
Lightning Bolt,
Harry Pussy,
Tim Buckley,
Camouflage,
One Last Wish,
Brick,
Slick Rick,
Soft Cell,
Khruangbin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Schoolly D,
Johnny Osbourne,
Adolescents,
Niagra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bang On A Can,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.