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 Ecuador and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Dark Day to the rock 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
L. Decosne,
Vainqueur,
OOIOO,
Niagra,
Infiniti,
The Zeros,
Dark Day,
Throbbing Gristle,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sex Pistols,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Womack,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Depeche Mode,
Clear Light,
Ornette Coleman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Trojans,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fire Engines,
The Birthday Party,
the Germs,
Reuben Wilson,
Stereo Dub,
Sonny Sharrock,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Susan Cadogan,
Harmonia,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mandrill,
Scrapy,
Swell Maps,
The Sound,
Juan Atkins,
Marc Almond,
The Litter,
The Misunderstood,
The Music Machine,
the Bar-Kays,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Saccharine Trust,
Oneida,
Don Cherry,
Aswad,
Ultra Naté,
Mark Hollis,
The Blues Magoos,
Roger Hodgson,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Tremeloes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Green,
Main Source,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.