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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lille.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Shadows of Knight to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
The Skatalites,
Nas,
Don Cherry,
B.T. Express,
Bill Wells,
Radio Birdman,
La Düsseldorf,
Procol Harum,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Blues Magoos,
The Moody Blues,
Depeche Mode,
Howard Jones,
Cluster,
Janne Schatter,
Groovy Waters,
Dual Sessions,
Marc Almond,
Schoolly D,
Peter and Kerry,
Funkadelic,
UT,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Spandau Ballet,
Basic Channel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Faust,
China Crisis,
Patti Smith,
Goldenarms,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aswad,
Warsaw,
ABC,
Pulsallama,
The Litter,
Section 25,
Liliput,
The Human League,
Bobby Byrd,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grandmaster Flash,
Visage,
Crispian St. Peters,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
Glenn Branca,
David Bowie,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Intrusion,
The Gun Club,
The Fall,
Joe Smooth,
Joe Finger,
Bob Dylan,
Michelle Simonal,
Erykah Badu,
Tim Buckley,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.