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 Ecuador and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jeff Lynne to the punk 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Bang On A Can,
Au Pairs,
Arab on Radar,
Lucky Dragons,
Jawbox,
The Raincoats,
Visage,
Country Teasers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Names,
OOIOO,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hasil Adkins,
Kurtis Blow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
U.S. Maple,
Peter & Gordon,
June of 44,
Josef K,
The Monks,
Magazine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Banda Bassotti,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Con Funk Shun,
Gichy Dan,
Nik Kershaw,
London Community Gospel Choir,
These Immortal Souls,
Q65,
the Normal,
AZ,
The Slits,
Accadde A,
Ornette Coleman,
The Young Rascals,
Ronnie Foster,
Zero Boys,
E-Dancer,
Bush Tetras,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kenny Larkin,
The Motions,
Guru Guru,
Sam Rivers,
Eurythmics,
Alphaville,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pole,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sparks,
The Fugs,
The Last Poets,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hot Snakes,
Echospace,
Scrapy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.