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 Gabon and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Robert Palmer 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 La Düsseldorf to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
John Lydon,
the Slits,
Sixth Finger,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeff Lynne,
Neu!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aswad,
Dawn Penn,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Laurel Aitken,
Pantytec,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Basic Channel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sam Rivers,
Flash Fearless,
Rotary Connection,
Camberwell Now,
Amon Düül,
Nirvana,
Funky Four + One,
The Count Five,
Ohio Players,
Gregory Isaacs,
Animal Collective,
Khruangbin,
Television Personalities,
Sister Nancy,
Maleditus Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Brass Construction,
Harry Pussy,
The Fugs,
The Martian,
Lower 48,
The Sonics,
Icehouse,
Dave Gahan,
The Remains,
Pulsallama,
The Blackbyrds,
Stereo Dub,
Faraquet,
a-ha,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marine Girls,
Terry Callier,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gichy Dan,
MC5,
The Blues Magoos,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grey Daturas,
DJ Style,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Hood,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.