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 Djibouti and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Marvin Gaye to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Section 25,
Camouflage,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Technova,
Hashim,
Zapp,
Tres Demented,
Swans,
Franke,
Danielle Patucci,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alton Ellis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brothers Johnson,
Erasure,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nas,
Man Parrish,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cramps,
Yazoo,
The Vogues,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eden Ahbez,
Maurizio,
The Trojans,
Amon Düül II,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Youth Brigade,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Foxx,
Faraquet,
Flamin' Groovies,
The American Breed,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sugar Minott,
The Gun Club,
Drive Like Jehu,
Todd Terry,
Neil Young,
Oneida,
The Fugs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Pus,
Quantec,
Little Man,
Stetsasonic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Guru Guru,
Supertramp,
Silicon Teens,
Steve Hackett,
Gichy Dan,
Blancmange,
Intrusion,
Tubeway Army,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.