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 Delhi.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Trojans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aural Exciters,
The Slits,
Talk Talk,
Pussy Galore,
The Remains,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Zapp,
Bauhaus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mr. Review,
Joyce Sims,
The Skatalites,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Zeros,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott Heron,
Little Man,
June of 44,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Janne Schatter,
Slick Rick,
Electric Prunes,
Graham Central Station,
Ludus,
Pole,
Urselle,
Essential Logic,
Letta Mbulu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
David McCallum,
Crooked Eye,
Barclay James Harvest,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Duran Duran,
Bang On A Can,
Skriet,
AZ,
Lou Reed,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Icehouse,
Erasure,
Rapeman,
The Five Americans,
Stiv Bators,
ABBA,
Judy Mowatt,
Tommy Roe,
John Cale,
Sister Nancy,
Rufus Thomas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Index,
Schoolly D,
Prince Buster,
The Smiths,
Bill Wells,
MDC,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.