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 Guinea and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 The Smiths to the crunk 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Wings,
Alton Ellis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minor Threat,
Barbara Tucker,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sandy B,
The Stooges,
Alice Coltrane,
The Toasters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Steve Hackett,
New Age Steppers,
La Düsseldorf,
Guru Guru,
B.T. Express,
Niagra,
Lungfish,
KRS-One,
The Victims,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minutemen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Spoonie Gee,
Bad Manners,
FM Einheit,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Young Rascals,
Suicide,
Moebius,
Mission of Burma,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Slits,
The Detroit Cobras,
These Immortal Souls,
JFA,
Ken Boothe,
Eurythmics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Youth Brigade,
Ultra Naté,
Ponytail,
Althea and Donna,
The Busters,
One Last Wish,
Hoover,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter & Gordon,
Siglo XX,
Sun Ra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
World's Most,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alison Limerick,
Wire,
Hot Snakes,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.