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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
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 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wolf Eyes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Prince Buster,
Unwound,
Hasil Adkins,
Cymande,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Pus,
Clear Light,
Barclay James Harvest,
Johnny Clarke,
The Star Department,
Skaos,
B.T. Express,
Schoolly D,
Popol Vuh,
Banda Bassotti,
Marine Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fuzztones,
Fluxion,
Eurythmics,
Erykah Badu,
Kurtis Blow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soul II Soul,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oneida,
Y Pants,
Organ,
Radiopuhelimet,
David McCallum,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Names,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Qualms,
The Gories,
Parry Music,
Lakeside,
Sister Nancy,
Shoche,
The Raincoats,
Yusef Lateef,
Q and Not U,
The Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Angry Samoans,
New Age Steppers,
Pole,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Moon,
Peter and Kerry,
H. Thieme,
The Skatalites,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Hood,
Outsiders,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.