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 France and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Mo-Dettes to the grunge 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Arab on Radar,
Wasted Youth,
Blake Baxter,
Warsaw,
Das Ding,
Brand Nubian,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Michelle Simonal,
Bronski Beat,
Q and Not U,
the Soft Cell,
The Raincoats,
Steve Hackett,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cal Tjader,
Tears for Fears,
Black Sheep,
Blossom Toes,
Hashim,
Masters at Work,
These Immortal Souls,
The Martian,
Warren Ellis,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Wake,
The Pretty Things,
The Offenders,
The Doobie Brothers,
AZ,
Lungfish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Beau Brummels,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kas Product,
Average White Band,
Unwound,
Stiv Bators,
Joe Smooth,
Al Stewart,
Oneida,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Starr,
The Walker Brothers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Royal Trux,
Amon Düül,
Kayak,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lower 48,
Radio Birdman,
Niagra,
MDC,
Vainqueur,
The Knickerbockers,
JFA,
The Velvet Underground,
Mr. Review,
H. Thieme,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.