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 India and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joyce Sims to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Goldenarms,
Lower 48,
The Victims,
Robert Hood,
Desert Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fire Engines,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
a-ha,
Depeche Mode,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Tremeloes,
Tommy Roe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Martian,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Count Five,
Stetsasonic,
The Birthday Party,
Cybotron,
Juan Atkins,
Das Ding,
Black Pus,
The Black Dice,
Black Bananas,
Youth Brigade,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare,
Q65,
Nirvana,
Livin' Joy,
Shuggie Otis,
Roxy Music,
Aswad,
Rufus Thomas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barrington Levy,
Peter and Kerry,
Cymande,
Kayak,
Matthew Bourne,
Fugazi,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lightning Bolt,
Warren Ellis,
Massinfluence,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camouflage,
Echospace,
Josef K,
John Holt,
AZ,
kango's stein massive,
Connie Case,
Eric B and Rakim,
Maurizio,
Ken Boothe,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.