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 Antigua and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Jerry's Kids to the techno 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Mars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Metal Thangz,
The Gun Club,
Zero Boys,
The Techniques,
E-Dancer,
Ornette Coleman,
Mandrill,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Goldenarms,
the Normal,
Subhumans,
Nik Kershaw,
Aaron Thompson,
Groovy Waters,
Steve Hackett,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Swans,
Lindisfarne,
The Fugs,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roxette,
Sandy B,
Zapp,
Jerry Gold Smith,
UT,
Shoche,
Susan Cadogan,
Patti Smith,
Urselle,
Saccharine Trust,
Mantronix,
Marvin Gaye,
Sister Nancy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quantec,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Symarip,
kango's stein massive,
One Last Wish,
Rufus Thomas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Amazonics,
The Real Kids,
Chris Corsano,
Godley & Creme,
Con Funk Shun,
Youth Brigade,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
David Bowie,
Slick Rick,
Wally Richardson,
Gang of Four,
Gichy Dan,
Ultravox,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.