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 Argentina and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 AZ to the rock 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Slick Rick,
Pet Shop Boys,
Accadde A,
Pussy Galore,
Piero Umiliani,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Lydon,
Eric Copeland,
Moby Grape,
Jawbox,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dave Gahan,
The New Christs,
Radiohead,
Symarip,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Duran Duran,
48th St. Collective,
Dual Sessions,
Khruangbin,
The Busters,
Roger Hodgson,
Juan Atkins,
Bad Manners,
The Knickerbockers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Con Funk Shun,
Wally Richardson,
Fad Gadget,
Wolf Eyes,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Trojans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Zeros,
Visage,
Eli Mardock,
Grandmaster Flash,
Erasure,
Archie Shepp,
Crispian St. Peters,
Parry Music,
Ken Boothe,
Anakelly,
The Human League,
The Slackers,
Don Cherry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Country Teasers,
OOIOO,
Connie Case,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mr. Review,
The Birthday Party,
Radio Birdman,
Pulsallama,
Robert Görl,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nick Fraelich,
Boredoms,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.