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 Angola and from Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Trumans Water to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Bluetip,
Kayak,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pylon,
Severed Heads,
Davy DMX,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sparks,
The Monochrome Set,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nico,
Rekid,
Television Personalities,
Laurel Aitken,
Jandek,
The American Breed,
Minor Threat,
The Slackers,
Crash Course in Science,
the Bar-Kays,
The Blues Magoos,
Goldenarms,
Tres Demented,
June of 44,
Saccharine Trust,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Association,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Cale,
the Slits,
Oblivians,
Brick,
Roxette,
The Names,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Procol Harum,
B.T. Express,
Newcleus,
EPMD,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Toni Rubio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Model 500,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dead C,
Joe Smooth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Slits,
Gong,
Ossler,
Groovy Waters,
Accadde A,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Doors,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.