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 France and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Grauzone to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Magazine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Slits,
Kayak,
Youth Brigade,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minny Pops,
Pulsallama,
OOIOO,
Piero Umiliani,
Ludus,
H. Thieme,
Quantec,
Neil Young,
Gastr Del Sol,
Suburban Knight,
Von Mondo,
Banda Bassotti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jimmy McGriff,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Trojans,
Delta 5,
Nas,
Q and Not U,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Blues Magoos,
Echospace,
Kas Product,
Black Flag,
Gabor Szabo,
Deakin,
The Electric Prunes,
Malaria!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Velvet Underground,
Minor Threat,
Rites of Spring,
Underground Resistance,
Joyce Sims,
The Techniques,
Arthur Verocai,
Blancmange,
Slave,
Newcleus,
China Crisis,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Bananas,
Anthony Braxton,
Bang On A Can,
Mad Mike,
The Leaves,
The Birthday Party,
X-Ray Spex,
Derrick May,
Clear Light,
Mars,
Patti Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
Trumans Water,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.