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 Lithuania and from London.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 Scientists to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Fugazi,
Kerri Chandler,
Rod Modell,
Tres Demented,
Boredoms,
Lalann,
Dark Day,
Half Japanese,
The Blues Magoos,
Marmalade,
Dennis Brown,
Nils Olav,
Frankie Knuckles,
Henry Cow,
Newcleus,
The Durutti Column,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Warren Ellis,
Inner City,
Moebius,
Eli Mardock,
The Walker Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Bar-Kays,
Outsiders,
Moss Icon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pylon,
Lower 48,
the Normal,
The Dead C,
Lindisfarne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alice Coltrane,
Rites of Spring,
Saccharine Trust,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeru the Damaja,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mars,
Sun City Girls,
Organ,
Jawbox,
Spoonie Gee,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Donald Byrd,
New Age Steppers,
Toni Rubio,
Livin' Joy,
Todd Terry,
Faust,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hoover,
Ice-T,
Charles Mingus,
The Martian,
Khruangbin,
A Certain Ratio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.