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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 Don Cherry to the grunge 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cure,
Suicide,
Chris & Cosey,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Five Americans,
Monolake,
Howard Jones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Green,
Little Man,
Minnie Riperton,
Mark Hollis,
Marc Almond,
Amon Düül,
The Knickerbockers,
Groovy Waters,
The Music Machine,
Bush Tetras,
John Foxx,
Von Mondo,
The Busters,
Chris Corsano,
Drexciya,
Vladislav Delay,
Bang On A Can,
Yaz,
Ponytail,
Piero Umiliani,
The Zeros,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Gang Dance,
MC5,
Bronski Beat,
F. McDonald,
Morten Harket,
Black Pus,
Lee Hazlewood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Interpol,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Red Krayola,
Hot Snakes,
Black Bananas,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Smoke,
The Golliwogs,
Rod Modell,
Desert Stars,
Sugar Minott,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scrapy,
Mission of Burma,
Ultra Naté,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.