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 Mali and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Motorama to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
The Smiths,
Au Pairs,
Roger Hodgson,
Kurtis Blow,
Erasure,
Ohio Players,
Derrick Morgan,
Warsaw,
The Velvet Underground,
Clear Light,
The Fuzztones,
Henry Cow,
Technova,
Arab on Radar,
ABC,
Pole,
Toni Rubio,
Andrew Hill,
Roxy Music,
Drexciya,
The Techniques,
Audionom,
Kerrie Biddell,
Excepter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dead C,
The Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sandy B,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Starr,
The Victims,
Rakim,
Amazonics,
Reuben Wilson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tomorrow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Symarip,
Sister Nancy,
Niagra,
Lindisfarne,
Silicon Teens,
Skriet,
Joey Negro,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Happenings,
Electric Prunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dennis Brown,
Average White Band,
Tommy Roe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang of Four,
Panda Bear,
Tubeway Army,
Echospace,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.