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 Latvia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 Dawn Penn to the dance 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Fluxion,
Rod Modell,
Fugazi,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Wake,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Star Department,
10cc,
The Techniques,
Idris Muhammad,
Reagan Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
cv313,
Das Ding,
Ronnie Foster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terry Callier,
Essential Logic,
Scott Walker,
The Martian,
Arthur Verocai,
Slick Rick,
The Cowsills,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kas Product,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roy Ayers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Y Pants,
Deakin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Juan Atkins,
Deepchord,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Panda Bear,
The Monochrome Set,
Tubeway Army,
Gang of Four,
kango's stein massive,
Swell Maps,
Magazine,
Amon Düül II,
The Cramps,
the Sonics,
Moby Grape,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New Order,
Agent Orange,
Minny Pops,
Excepter,
Monks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Happenings,
The Gun Club,
Shuggie Otis,
Dead Boys,
Todd Terry,
Interpol,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.