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 Madagascar and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Lou Reed 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 Electric Prunes to the rap 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Throbbing Gristle,
Quando Quango,
Make Up,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wolf Eyes,
These Immortal Souls,
The Selecter,
The Trojans,
The Evens,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Darondo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grauzone,
Tears for Fears,
Camouflage,
Accadde A,
Gichy Dan,
Howard Jones,
The Offenders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chrome,
The Victims,
Clear Light,
Soft Cell,
The Dead C,
Fugazi,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ossler,
Panda Bear,
Funkadelic,
Average White Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Outsiders,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Idris Muhammad,
The J.B.'s,
Drive Like Jehu,
Banda Bassotti,
The Move,
The Electric Prunes,
Nils Olav,
Connie Case,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang of Four,
ABBA,
Sun Ra,
Jandek,
Warsaw,
China Crisis,
Pylon,
Interpol,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joe Finger,
Pantytec,
Jacques Brel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Section 25,
Rekid,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.