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 Belgium and from Tehran.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Stiv Bators to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chris Corsano,
Visage,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Beau Brummels,
The Smoke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Circle Jerks,
David Axelrod,
The Buckinghams,
Lalo Schifrin,
JFA,
Glenn Branca,
Grandmaster Flash,
Icehouse,
Henry Cow,
Nirvana,
Chrome,
Sällskapet,
Unwound,
Bootsy Collins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fad Gadget,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Remains,
The Selecter,
Eden Ahbez,
The Alarm Clocks,
Zero Boys,
Average White Band,
Harmonia,
The Count Five,
The Neon Judgement,
Girls At Our Best!,
Y Pants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Thee Headcoats,
Newcleus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Johnny Clarke,
Surgeon,
Barry Ungar,
Moebius,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Move,
Gang of Four,
The Slits,
New Order,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cecil Taylor,
Eli Mardock,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ronan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Angry Samoans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Young Rascals,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marine Girls,
The Sonics,
Make Up,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.