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 Rwanda and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
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 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 Tres Demented to the dance 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
The Fugs,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Misunderstood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Hood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blancmange,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marc Almond,
Camberwell Now,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boredoms,
Cameo,
The Searchers,
Amon Düül II,
Talk Talk,
CMW,
Fela Kuti,
Joe Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Quando Quango,
T. Rex,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jerry's Kids,
Jacob Miller,
Half Japanese,
Chrome,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Banda Bassotti,
Monks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Curtis Mayfield,
Clear Light,
Funky Four + One,
Arthur Verocai,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soft Cell,
Amon Düül,
Kaleidoscope,
The Evens,
Lou Reed,
Cluster,
Rekid,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New Order,
Popol Vuh,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sarah Menescal,
the Soft Cell,
The Golliwogs,
KRS-One,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Anakelly,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The American Breed,
Reagan Youth,
Magma,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.