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 Brunei and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Pole to the grunge 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Lou Christie,
Roy Ayers,
Unrelated Segments,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skriet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Iggy Pop,
Thee Headcoats,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Skatalites,
The Busters,
Chris & Cosey,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jandek,
Marine Girls,
Al Stewart,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Animal Collective,
Visage,
Make Up,
The Toasters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Model 500,
Bobby Womack,
Jerry's Kids,
Lucky Dragons,
The Happenings,
The Stooges,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Sheep,
8 Eyed Spy,
Godley & Creme,
David McCallum,
MDC,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pylon,
Au Pairs,
Crash Course in Science,
Joy Division,
Bob Dylan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lalo Schifrin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lyres,
Blancmange,
Dark Day,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Man Parrish,
Terry Callier,
Suburban Knight,
Interpol,
Rotary Connection,
Quantec,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jacob Miller,
Severed Heads,
The Durutti Column,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.