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 Greece and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Sugar Minott to the jazz 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun Ra,
10cc,
Siglo XX,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tim Buckley,
Cal Tjader,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
ABC,
Sparks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Duran Duran,
Radiohead,
Angry Samoans,
Sight & Sound,
Faraquet,
The Slits,
Moss Icon,
R.M.O.,
John Holt,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eden Ahbez,
Cheater Slicks,
Eurythmics,
Gang Gang Dance,
Whodini,
Lightning Bolt,
Massinfluence,
Q and Not U,
Steve Hackett,
The Litter,
Al Stewart,
the Sonics,
Leonard Cohen,
The Searchers,
Infiniti,
Roy Ayers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
This Heat,
The Cramps,
Pierre Henry,
Black Pus,
Tommy Roe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
kango's stein massive,
Vainqueur,
Terry Callier,
Barclay James Harvest,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vladislav Delay,
B.T. Express,
Idris Muhammad,
Letta Mbulu,
Lucky Dragons,
OOIOO,
Isaac Hayes,
Franke,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Coltrane,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.