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 Botswana and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
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 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 Circle Jerks to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scan 7,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joensuu 1685,
Anthony Braxton,
Radiopuhelimet,
Anakelly,
Negative Approach,
The Monks,
Pole,
The Real Kids,
Heaven 17,
Desert Stars,
Eurythmics,
Liliput,
Dual Sessions,
Minor Threat,
Eric Copeland,
Panda Bear,
Neil Young,
Gang Green,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jandek,
Godley & Creme,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sandy B,
The United States of America,
Von Mondo,
Quando Quango,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Kinks,
Gregory Isaacs,
David Axelrod,
Eric B and Rakim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Vogues,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roger Hodgson,
Sparks,
The Offenders,
Johnny Clarke,
Das Ding,
Livin' Joy,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang of Four,
Nation of Ulysses,
June Days,
Chris Corsano,
The Fuzztones,
Rites of Spring,
48th St. Collective,
New Order,
The Moleskins,
Motorama,
PIL,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Oneida,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.