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 Singapore and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Lou Christie to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
The Young Rascals,
Dead Boys,
Monks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aaron Thompson,
Pussy Galore,
Max Romeo,
Country Teasers,
Kas Product,
Parry Music,
Ituana,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brick,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mummies,
Nils Olav,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
June of 44,
Alphaville,
Glenn Branca,
Ponytail,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tres Demented,
Massinfluence,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Warsaw,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
AZ,
Kayak,
Babytalk,
Pierre Henry,
Howard Jones,
Kaleidoscope,
10cc,
The Pop Group,
The Dirtbombs,
The Invisible,
Royal Trux,
Section 25,
Magma,
Radio Birdman,
The Residents,
Peter & Gordon,
PIL,
Dave Gahan,
Nick Fraelich,
Pulsallama,
Jandek,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Janne Schatter,
Idris Muhammad,
The Skatalites,
Sällskapet,
Fad Gadget,
Circle Jerks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Interpol,
The Offenders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.