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 Iceland and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Silicon Teens to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minny Pops,
Wolf Eyes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arcadia,
Half Japanese,
The Barracudas,
Skriet,
Pierre Henry,
Technova,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eli Mardock,
X-Ray Spex,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hashim,
Scientists,
Tubeway Army,
The Fortunes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Parry Music,
Lebanon Hanover,
Section 25,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bluetip,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mandrill,
Basic Channel,
Ultimate Spinach,
48th St. Collective,
Oblivians,
Swell Maps,
Kenny Larkin,
The Martian,
K-Klass,
Sexual Harrassment,
Simply Red,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brick,
Duran Duran,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Flag,
Gong,
The Doors,
Unwound,
The Five Americans,
Lou Christie,
DJ Sneak,
U.S. Maple,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Golliwogs,
Cluster,
Sarah Menescal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Infiniti,
The Alarm Clocks,
Steve Hackett,
The Velvet Underground,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.