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 Burkina and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Terry Callier 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars 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 dance 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 a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Slits,
Joe Smooth,
Outsiders,
Bobby Sherman,
R.M.O.,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Standells,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brick,
The Neon Judgement,
Television Personalities,
Swans,
Circle Jerks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Siglo XX,
Godley & Creme,
The Fuzztones,
kango's stein massive,
Vladislav Delay,
John Foxx,
Sonic Youth,
Reagan Youth,
Nick Fraelich,
Radiohead,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yazoo,
John Coltrane,
Colin Newman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Guru Guru,
Joe Finger,
Fad Gadget,
Lindisfarne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bush Tetras,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ohio Players,
New Age Steppers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The J.B.'s,
Althea and Donna,
Main Source,
the Association,
K-Klass,
Glenn Branca,
Black Pus,
Black Flag,
Trumans Water,
Panda Bear,
The Angels of Light,
Kaleidoscope,
Excepter,
DJ Style,
Minnie Riperton,
Brass Construction,
Fat Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Junior Murvin,
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.