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 Iran and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Donald Fagen 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 Blossom Toes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yellowson,
Kaleidoscope,
Rites of Spring,
Camberwell Now,
Average White Band,
Roy Ayers,
Scott Walker,
Hasil Adkins,
The Smoke,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lindisfarne,
Moebius,
Japan,
Soft Cell,
Rotary Connection,
Fear,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wasted Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brothers Johnson,
DJ Style,
Essential Logic,
Intrusion,
Royal Trux,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vainqueur,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barry Ungar,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sight & Sound,
AZ,
F. McDonald,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Byrd,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Connie Case,
Gerry Rafferty,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Raincoats,
The Electric Prunes,
Bootsy Collins,
Howard Jones,
Tim Buckley,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jawbox,
Eli Mardock,
Von Mondo,
Pussy Galore,
Dawn Penn,
Groovy Waters,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-102,
Flash Fearless,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Country Teasers,
The Skatalites,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.