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 Tonga and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
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 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 L. Decosne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ken Boothe,
The Divine Comedy,
World's Most,
Slave,
Godley & Creme,
Absolute Body Control,
Amazonics,
Lyres,
Panda Bear,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mummies,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wire,
Interpol,
David Bowie,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Remains,
DJ Style,
Arcadia,
Kevin Saunderson,
Anakelly,
JFA,
Adolescents,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crime,
the Swans,
The Toasters,
cv313,
Make Up,
The Last Poets,
Masters at Work,
Kas Product,
Henry Cow,
Yusef Lateef,
Boredoms,
David McCallum,
Boz Scaggs,
Stereo Dub,
Pagans,
Lightning Bolt,
Tommy Roe,
Scan 7,
Vainqueur,
Soft Machine,
Desert Stars,
Das Ding,
Fad Gadget,
The Dirtbombs,
Minutemen,
The Techniques,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
ABBA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Swell Maps,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bang On A Can,
Khruangbin,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.