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 Bahrain and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Robert Palmer 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 Ajijia Myrayebe 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Trumans Water,
Can,
Severed Heads,
Qualms,
Royal Trux,
Skaos,
Thompson Twins,
Delta 5,
The Black Dice,
Spandau Ballet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deepchord,
Deakin,
UT,
Barry Ungar,
John Lydon,
The Grass Roots,
R.M.O.,
Lucky Dragons,
Buzzcocks,
Nas,
Arab on Radar,
The Moleskins,
Eve St. Jones,
Tommy Roe,
Clear Light,
Funkadelic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eddi Front,
Boz Scaggs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gong,
Malaria!,
Scientists,
The Names,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tropical Tobacco,
Model 500,
Brothers Johnson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Andrew Hill,
Bob Dylan,
The Residents,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Young Marble Giants,
Peter and Kerry,
Babytalk,
Audionom,
Eurythmics,
Kerri Chandler,
Skriet,
Talk Talk,
Max Romeo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Man Parrish,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.