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 Burundi and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mission of Burma to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grey Daturas,
Von Mondo,
Little Man,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Blancmange,
Eli Mardock,
Thee Headcoats,
Johnny Clarke,
Amon Düül,
Hashim,
Alison Limerick,
Swans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mark Hollis,
The Smiths,
Interpol,
Mad Mike,
Pantaleimon,
Jacob Miller,
The Move,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cameo,
Warren Ellis,
Mo-Dettes,
Desert Stars,
The Index,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Donny Hathaway,
Lalo Schifrin,
Animal Collective,
Sandy B,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bronski Beat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mr. Review,
Panda Bear,
The Fall,
The Busters,
Sixth Finger,
The Angels of Light,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joy Division,
Amazonics,
Reuben Wilson,
Charles Mingus,
Colin Newman,
Delta 5,
James White and The Blacks,
The Divine Comedy,
Newcleus,
Radiohead,
K-Klass,
Smog,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.