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 China and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Knickerbockers to the grunge 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Urselle,
Grandmaster Flash,
Symarip,
Cheater Slicks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mr. Review,
Scion,
EPMD,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fortunes,
Theoretical Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Foxx,
a-ha,
Vainqueur,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Echospace,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Byrd,
Silicon Teens,
Dawn Penn,
Maurizio,
Dark Day,
The Young Rascals,
Camouflage,
Zero Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Kinks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Inner City,
Iggy Pop,
Accadde A,
Vladislav Delay,
the Germs,
Sound Behaviour,
Rakim,
48th St. Collective,
Susan Cadogan,
Faraquet,
kango's stein massive,
Tres Demented,
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
One Last Wish,
Jandek,
UT,
Sex Pistols,
Procol Harum,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Green,
June of 44,
Country Teasers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Letta Mbulu,
The Mummies,
Jacob Miller,
Moebius,
Erasure,
Khruangbin,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.