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 China and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
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 Roxette to the techno 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Tommy Roe,
Oblivians,
Royal Trux,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
The Electric Prunes,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Slits,
Eve St. Jones,
Pagans,
Idris Muhammad,
Letta Mbulu,
Nik Kershaw,
Aural Exciters,
Derrick May,
Sun Ra,
The Gap Band,
the Human League,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gun Club,
Carl Craig,
The Modern Lovers,
Marmalade,
Average White Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mummies,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Womack,
Amon Düül,
The Black Dice,
Marine Girls,
Reagan Youth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Hood,
The Blues Magoos,
Livin' Joy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Excepter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Delta 5,
Accadde A,
T.S.O.L.,
Zero Boys,
Fear,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David Axelrod,
The Young Rascals,
Hoover,
The Walker Brothers,
Steve Hackett,
Brothers Johnson,
Roxette,
Moebius,
June of 44,
Icehouse,
The Blackbyrds,
Whodini,
Absolute Body Control,
The Victims,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.