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 Finland and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the techno 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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Mark Hollis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eddi Front,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Smiths,
Wire,
Make Up,
Roxy Music,
The Beau Brummels,
Curtis Mayfield,
Derrick Morgan,
Eric B and Rakim,
ABC,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hashim,
New Order,
Robert Görl,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minnie Riperton,
John Holt,
Dennis Brown,
Half Japanese,
The Angels of Light,
Scott Walker,
Soft Machine,
Sun Ra,
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bill Wells,
Marvin Gaye,
Chris & Cosey,
Section 25,
The Associates,
Gichy Dan,
Warren Ellis,
The Young Rascals,
the Human League,
Nils Olav,
Grandmaster Flash,
Robert Hood,
Lyres,
Todd Terry,
Moss Icon,
Spoonie Gee,
Sandy B,
Jerry's Kids,
Absolute Body Control,
Jawbox,
Ohio Players,
The Index,
Matthew Halsall,
Mantronix,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Royal Trux,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sam Rivers,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter & Gordon,
Nirvana,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.