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 San Marino and from Tehran.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Skarface to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yazoo,
Althea and Donna,
Gichy Dan,
Silicon Teens,
Neu!,
June of 44,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Unwound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Associates,
The Fortunes,
The Star Department,
JFA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amon Düül,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Make Up,
Brass Construction,
Das Ding,
Fat Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Sherman,
Eve St. Jones,
New Age Steppers,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gladiators,
The Victims,
Animal Collective,
Buzzcocks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Moody Blues,
Sight & Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
Icehouse,
Severed Heads,
Girls At Our Best!,
Interpol,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oblivians,
Tropical Tobacco,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Zapp,
Fela Kuti,
Ituana,
Sun City Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Remains,
OOIOO,
Agent Orange,
Erykah Badu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hashim,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.