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 Qatar and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ornette Coleman to the punk 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Johnny Clarke,
Ohio Players,
The Angels of Light,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed,
Livin' Joy,
Patti Smith,
Black Bananas,
the Normal,
kango's stein massive,
Pole,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Symarip,
the Soft Cell,
Shuggie Otis,
The Walker Brothers,
Reuben Wilson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Human League,
Gichy Dan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Deadbeat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The J.B.'s,
Eric Copeland,
Hardrive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Los Fastidios,
Cluster,
Joy Division,
The Associates,
Organ,
Jacob Miller,
FM Einheit,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Starr,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fear,
Fela Kuti,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fall,
Ronnie Foster,
Duran Duran,
Pagans,
The Neon Judgement,
Yellowson,
Can,
The Gun Club,
Quantec,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter & Gordon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tommy Roe,
Gong,
D'Angelo,
The Monochrome Set,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.