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 Sweden and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Lou Reed 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 Second Layer to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chrome,
Eli Mardock,
Spoonie Gee,
Davy DMX,
Sällskapet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Idris Muhammad,
The Slits,
The United States of America,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DJ Sneak,
Mr. Review,
L. Decosne,
Max Romeo,
Bob Dylan,
the Swans,
Can,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Dirtbombs,
Faust,
Neil Young,
Delta 5,
Inner City,
Sarah Menescal,
Y Pants,
The Star Department,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
ABBA,
Basic Channel,
Hot Snakes,
Scan 7,
Drexciya,
Morten Harket,
the Germs,
Hashim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Liliput,
Andrew Hill,
Scrapy,
The Buckinghams,
the Slits,
Cecil Taylor,
Anthony Braxton,
Japan,
Jacob Miller,
The Toasters,
The Evens,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pantaleimon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kas Product,
The Victims,
Grauzone,
David Bowie,
B.T. Express,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.