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 Gabon and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 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 Pylon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Skatalites,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gun Club,
Bauhaus,
Technova,
Toni Rubio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skriet,
Shoche,
Circle Jerks,
Delta 5,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rakim,
Organ,
Piero Umiliani,
David McCallum,
Marc Almond,
Derrick May,
Idris Muhammad,
Fluxion,
Ronan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Suicide,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Residents,
Alison Limerick,
Y Pants,
Letta Mbulu,
Theoretical Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
AZ,
Parry Music,
Icehouse,
the Bar-Kays,
Stetsasonic,
Khruangbin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boredoms,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deakin,
John Holt,
Nick Fraelich,
David Axelrod,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sound Behaviour,
Tomorrow,
The Happenings,
Bang On A Can,
Sister Nancy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sonic Youth,
Cal Tjader,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rites of Spring,
Amon Düül II,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.