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 Kosovo and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Sonics to the rock 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The J.B.'s,
Organ,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ponytail,
Donald Byrd,
The Kinks,
Liliput,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Star Department,
It's A Beautiful Day,
JFA,
In Retrospect,
Matthew Halsall,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Sheep,
Lee Hazlewood,
June Days,
Yellowson,
Bobby Byrd,
Tomorrow,
Mars,
Man Parrish,
The Remains,
Mr. Review,
Nik Kershaw,
the Human League,
Cheater Slicks,
Sarah Menescal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
UT,
Chris Corsano,
Radiohead,
Schoolly D,
Janne Schatter,
Rapeman,
Tubeway Army,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New York Dolls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pole,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Divine Comedy,
AZ,
CMW,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joensuu 1685,
The Golliwogs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alice Coltrane,
Scan 7,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Panda Bear,
Outsiders,
Robert Görl,
New Age Steppers,
X-Ray Spex,
Boredoms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.