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 Malaysia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Searchers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Minutemen,
Sun Ra,
These Immortal Souls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Skarface,
Niagra,
Arcadia,
Rotary Connection,
Yazoo,
Accadde A,
Subhumans,
Soft Cell,
The Fuzztones,
Rakim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kas Product,
R.M.O.,
Kayak,
Grey Daturas,
Japan,
cv313,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Second Layer,
10cc,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
David McCallum,
Ponytail,
Sällskapet,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
ABBA,
Lightning Bolt,
Joy Division,
the Germs,
Negative Approach,
A Certain Ratio,
Gong,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Shuggie Otis,
Aswad,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Stooges,
Rufus Thomas,
The Modern Lovers,
Mandrill,
Rapeman,
Quantec,
Donny Hathaway,
Au Pairs,
Tom Boy,
ABC,
Gichy Dan,
Malaria!,
the Sonics,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.