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 Latvia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Traffic Nightmare to the rock 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
the Association,
Glenn Branca,
Delta 5,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fela Kuti,
Rod Modell,
Connie Case,
Juan Atkins,
Half Japanese,
X-Ray Spex,
Ituana,
John Cale,
The Monks,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Christie,
Wire,
The Moody Blues,
Circle Jerks,
Porter Ricks,
Khruangbin,
Underground Resistance,
Ultra Naté,
Wings,
E-Dancer,
Oblivians,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
D'Angelo,
Minor Threat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Young Marble Giants,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Toasters,
The Stooges,
The Fugs,
The Offenders,
Jerry's Kids,
Reagan Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ken Boothe,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Slits,
The Selecter,
Judy Mowatt,
Section 25,
Spandau Ballet,
Arthur Verocai,
Amon Düül II,
Eric Dolphy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Echospace,
B.T. Express,
The Names,
John Holt,
L. Decosne,
Mandrill,
Pole,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.