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 Kiribati and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Make Up to the grunge 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
FM Einheit,
Black Pus,
Urselle,
Isaac Hayes,
The Human League,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Shoche,
Jeff Mills,
Adolescents,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Skatalites,
The Beau Brummels,
The Moody Blues,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deepchord,
Spandau Ballet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Dead Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Country Teasers,
Brass Construction,
the Slits,
David Bowie,
The Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soul Sonic Force,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Donny Hathaway,
Crime,
Crispian St. Peters,
Graham Central Station,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Faraquet,
Siglo XX,
Scientists,
Tubeway Army,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang Green,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bush Tetras,
Wire,
Laurel Aitken,
Jacques Brel,
Chrome,
Chris Corsano,
These Immortal Souls,
Soul II Soul,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun City Girls,
Fat Boys,
The Mummies,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Foxx,
The Slackers,
the Bar-Kays,
Tom Boy,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.