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 Netherlands and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Moody Blues to the funk 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Spandau Ballet,
Eric Copeland,
Excepter,
Terry Callier,
Ituana,
The Searchers,
Alison Limerick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Matthew Halsall,
Zero Boys,
The Birthday Party,
The Fall,
Alice Coltrane,
Bauhaus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cecil Taylor,
Junior Murvin,
Letta Mbulu,
Procol Harum,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mojo Men,
Parry Music,
Slave,
Archie Shepp,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Monochrome Set,
Public Enemy,
X-102,
Oneida,
Cal Tjader,
Rosa Yemen,
John Holt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Magma,
Nation of Ulysses,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Shoche,
Todd Terry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bang On A Can,
The J.B.'s,
Graham Central Station,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Green,
Banda Bassotti,
Aaron Thompson,
Agent Orange,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Easy Going,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Clear Light,
Vladislav Delay,
Henry Cow,
Supertramp,
John Foxx,
These Immortal Souls,
Cameo,
Agitation Free,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.