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 the UAE and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Glambeats Corp. to the electroclash 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Zero Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultra Naté,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fuzztones,
Q65,
Aural Exciters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Negative Approach,
Slave,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barclay James Harvest,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gladiators,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Move,
Brothers Johnson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New Order,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed,
EPMD,
T. Rex,
Groovy Waters,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Christie,
K-Klass,
Television Personalities,
Dark Day,
Barbara Tucker,
Cybotron,
Todd Rundgren,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sällskapet,
Aswad,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sound,
Marmalade,
Stiv Bators,
These Immortal Souls,
Ituana,
Interpol,
The Smiths,
Bluetip,
Faraquet,
The Kinks,
Ten City,
Motorama,
8 Eyed Spy,
June of 44,
Sixth Finger,
Connie Case,
Derrick Morgan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
World's Most,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.