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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Lou Reed 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 The Monks to the jazz 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Joe Finger,
Monolake,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Spandau Ballet,
Lungfish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yazoo,
Public Enemy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Slick Rick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nils Olav,
Niagra,
Pere Ubu,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Swans,
Idris Muhammad,
Shuggie Otis,
Thompson Twins,
Nico,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bill Near,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cramps,
Scientists,
Spoonie Gee,
10cc,
Mark Hollis,
Laurel Aitken,
Steve Hackett,
Chris Corsano,
ABBA,
Sugar Minott,
The Standells,
The Cowsills,
Lightning Bolt,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Byrd,
E-Dancer,
Matthew Halsall,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultra Naté,
Little Man,
The Techniques,
Babytalk,
Qualms,
Ten City,
Bad Manners,
Pussy Galore,
Althea and Donna,
Country Teasers,
Roger Hodgson,
The Saints,
The Neon Judgement,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.