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 Armenia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Michael McDonald 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 Pussy Galore to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Unrelated Segments,
Outsiders,
Kayak,
Supertramp,
Eli Mardock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Underground Resistance,
The Names,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stereo Dub,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rotary Connection,
Skriet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mad Mike,
Man Parrish,
Maurizio,
Television Personalities,
Joensuu 1685,
Buzzcocks,
Lindisfarne,
Cheater Slicks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang of Four,
Arcadia,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Sonics,
Drexciya,
Eyeless In Gaza,
kango's stein massive,
Kevin Saunderson,
KRS-One,
Rod Modell,
Liliput,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dark Day,
Agent Orange,
Sonic Youth,
X-101,
Sam Rivers,
Charles Mingus,
the Fania All-Stars,
B.T. Express,
Throbbing Gristle,
Saccharine Trust,
This Heat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kaleidoscope,
Joey Negro,
The Dirtbombs,
Procol Harum,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sun City Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
The Slackers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Pus,
Darondo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.