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 Tunisia and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Pere Ubu to the techno 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Pantytec,
Ludus,
JFA,
Hasil Adkins,
Simply Red,
The Alarm Clocks,
Erasure,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
Supertramp,
Altered Images,
Minor Threat,
Aaron Thompson,
B.T. Express,
Y Pants,
Masters at Work,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cramps,
Mission of Burma,
Interpol,
This Heat,
Iggy Pop,
Can,
Intrusion,
Camouflage,
Sun Ra,
Fatback Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Lower 48,
PIL,
Joe Finger,
Barrington Levy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amon Düül,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eddi Front,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Kinks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sound Behaviour,
Hot Snakes,
The Fuzztones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kaleidoscope,
Magazine,
Connie Case,
Country Teasers,
Hoover,
the Human League,
8 Eyed Spy,
Colin Newman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Human League,
Anthony Braxton,
Don Cherry,
Bush Tetras,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Leaves,
Donny Hathaway,
Lyres,
Cal Tjader,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.