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 Australia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Joe Finger to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Amon Düül II,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Arcadia,
U.S. Maple,
Lungfish,
Todd Rundgren,
Aural Exciters,
Jawbox,
The Associates,
Lower 48,
Harmonia,
Young Marble Giants,
Frankie Knuckles,
Flamin' Groovies,
Urselle,
The Cowsills,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Swell Maps,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fear,
Sixth Finger,
The Residents,
Eli Mardock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Schoolly D,
the Slits,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cal Tjader,
The Happenings,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Khruangbin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alphaville,
Stetsasonic,
Bluetip,
Simply Red,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Country Teasers,
Japan,
H. Thieme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bill Wells,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joey Negro,
Wasted Youth,
Cybotron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pantytec,
Joe Finger,
Carl Craig,
Alison Limerick,
Terry Callier,
The Last Poets,
John Lydon,
The Litter,
The Doobie Brothers,
DNA,
ABBA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.