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 Bulgaria and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Michael McDonald 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 Lakeside to the punk 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Al Stewart,
The Music Machine,
Qualms,
The Walker Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Audionom,
The Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Trumans Water,
Lakeside,
Electric Prunes,
the Normal,
The Motions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Echospace,
The Fortunes,
Fela Kuti,
The Five Americans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rod Modell,
The Zeros,
The Standells,
Rhythm & Sound,
The United States of America,
Joe Smooth,
Con Funk Shun,
Subhumans,
Television Personalities,
Soulsonic Force,
Lindisfarne,
Bob Dylan,
Gong,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soul II Soul,
Young Marble Giants,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Sherman,
James White and The Blacks,
New Order,
Pole,
Joensuu 1685,
Piero Umiliani,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cecil Taylor,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Can,
Donald Byrd,
Ituana,
This Heat,
Robert Hood,
Nirvana,
Jeff Lynne,
Soft Machine,
Wire,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Steve Hackett,
Dark Day,
The Monks,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.