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 Belarus 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ten City to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
The Cowsills,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Radio Birdman,
Faust,
The Mummies,
Can,
Interpol,
Motorama,
Yazoo,
David McCallum,
Kevin Saunderson,
Make Up,
Grauzone,
Slick Rick,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flamin' Groovies,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Buzzcocks,
Khruangbin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Happenings,
John Lydon,
Television,
The Star Department,
Animal Collective,
kango's stein massive,
The Pretty Things,
The Buckinghams,
Blancmange,
the Association,
Camberwell Now,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crispy Ambulance,
Loose Ends,
Rhythm & Sound,
Henry Cow,
Bootsy Collins,
Joe Smooth,
Scrapy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soul II Soul,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Guru Guru,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quantec,
Letta Mbulu,
Marine Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Dead Boys,
Arcadia,
Jeff Lynne,
Lalann,
The Motions,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.