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 Bhutan and from Manila.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Searchers to the punk 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arcadia,
The Gap Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blossom Toes,
Robert Wyatt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David Bowie,
The United States of America,
The Fire Engines,
The Durutti Column,
Oneida,
Janne Schatter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soft Cell,
Marc Almond,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marshall Jefferson,
This Heat,
Tubeway Army,
The Divine Comedy,
The Remains,
Blancmange,
Ohio Players,
Gabor Szabo,
Yazoo,
The Blues Magoos,
Drexciya,
Bluetip,
Sandy B,
Andrew Hill,
Make Up,
One Last Wish,
Essential Logic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rekid,
The Blackbyrds,
Soul Sonic Force,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Sherman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joe Smooth,
Mo-Dettes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Inner City,
Slick Rick,
The Knickerbockers,
Ponytail,
Wire,
Hot Snakes,
Alphaville,
The Standells,
B.T. Express,
Popol Vuh,
Chrome,
K-Klass,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Last Poets,
The Golliwogs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.