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 Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
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 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 Goldenarms to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Monolake,
T.S.O.L.,
Roxette,
Pussy Galore,
Anakelly,
Skaos,
The Victims,
Basic Channel,
Black Bananas,
Sonic Youth,
Rites of Spring,
Magma,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Swans,
Fat Boys,
Depeche Mode,
Erasure,
The Standells,
Ponytail,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Slits,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scratch Acid,
Nirvana,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fad Gadget,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Electric Prunes,
The Motions,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pole,
The Dead C,
Joy Division,
Can,
Animal Collective,
Jeff Lynne,
Arthur Verocai,
Dennis Brown,
Moby Grape,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bootsy Collins,
Outsiders,
Gerry Rafferty,
Khruangbin,
DJ Style,
June of 44,
Monks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Isaac Hayes,
Marmalade,
X-Ray Spex,
Sandy B,
The Birthday Party,
Livin' Joy,
Circle Jerks,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare,
Barry Ungar,
Michelle Simonal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.