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 Greece and from Mexico City.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jawbox to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
PIL,
The New Christs,
Con Funk Shun,
Anthony Braxton,
Oblivians,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Normal,
The Flesh Eaters,
Animal Collective,
The Barracudas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
China Crisis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wally Richardson,
Davy DMX,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joensuu 1685,
Albert Ayler,
Pere Ubu,
Minor Threat,
Aural Exciters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barbara Tucker,
Jandek,
Lower 48,
Glenn Branca,
Matthew Halsall,
Wire,
The Mojo Men,
Joy Division,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aloha Tigers,
The Associates,
Yusef Lateef,
Amon Düül II,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boredoms,
FM Einheit,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
June Days,
Infiniti,
Gichy Dan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Kinks,
ABBA,
K-Klass,
June of 44,
Dark Day,
Kool Moe Dee,
Das Ding,
Warsaw,
Black Sheep,
Ronan,
Yellowson,
Spandau Ballet,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sonics,
The Litter,
The Red Krayola,
Junior Murvin,
Young Marble Giants,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.