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 Zambia and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Doors to the punk 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Dark Day,
Quando Quango,
Mark Hollis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Andrew Hill,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harmonia,
Piero Umiliani,
The Techniques,
Joensuu 1685,
The Doors,
Bobby Sherman,
Connie Case,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gun Club,
Wings,
Spandau Ballet,
The Slits,
Sällskapet,
Section 25,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eric Copeland,
The Smiths,
Jacques Brel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fire Engines,
Y Pants,
Glambeats Corp.,
Inner City,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Steve Hackett,
Livin' Joy,
New York Dolls,
Camberwell Now,
Matthew Bourne,
Sun City Girls,
Ken Boothe,
Interpol,
Frankie Knuckles,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dual Sessions,
Soft Cell,
the Germs,
Arcadia,
Bad Manners,
Fluxion,
Hardrive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Busters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Echospace,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fuzztones,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sister Nancy,
Blake Baxter,
Grauzone,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.