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 Nigeria and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Sarah Menescal to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
The Gladiators,
The Happenings,
Maleditus Sound,
The Names,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Theoretical Girls,
The Wake,
Malaria!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sound Behaviour,
OOIOO,
Mandrill,
Audionom,
Albert Ayler,
The Grass Roots,
Dennis Brown,
Shoche,
The Slits,
Anthony Braxton,
Simply Red,
Bill Wells,
The Blues Magoos,
48th St. Collective,
Eden Ahbez,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dual Sessions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Busters,
Scrapy,
Hoover,
Idris Muhammad,
Mark Hollis,
The Seeds,
Jawbox,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Whodini,
Robert Wyatt,
Skaos,
Average White Band,
Quantec,
Faust,
Cecil Taylor,
Ponytail,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Basic Channel,
Jeff Mills,
Carl Craig,
The Motions,
Moby Grape,
Inner City,
Panda Bear,
The Real Kids,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Move,
The Detroit Cobras,
Boredoms,
Crooked Eye,
Clear Light,
Bill Near,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.