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 Switzerland and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Robert Wyatt to the rock 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Patti Smith,
Whodini,
The Doors,
Bobby Womack,
Bad Manners,
The Offenders,
The Gun Club,
Nico,
Robert Görl,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cramps,
Freddie Wadling,
Dead Boys,
DJ Style,
Smog,
T.S.O.L.,
Faust,
The Five Americans,
Sam Rivers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
This Heat,
Gichy Dan,
The Durutti Column,
Newcleus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kayak,
Jeff Mills,
The Selecter,
The Smoke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radiohead,
Blancmange,
Infiniti,
Ituana,
Crash Course in Science,
Colin Newman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Derrick Morgan,
Barrington Levy,
F. McDonald,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bootsy Collins,
Joy Division,
Derrick May,
Grey Daturas,
Gabor Szabo,
New York Dolls,
Johnny Clarke,
Joey Negro,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blake Baxter,
Subhumans,
Spandau Ballet,
FM Einheit,
Goldenarms,
OOIOO,
Zero Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.