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 Hungary and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 China Crisis to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Bauhaus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Coltrane,
Fad Gadget,
Icehouse,
Kayak,
Brand Nubian,
The Seeds,
Henry Cow,
One Last Wish,
Aural Exciters,
Black Flag,
Barrington Levy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Music Machine,
The Martian,
Intrusion,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Tremeloes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nico,
Index,
Tommy Roe,
Massinfluence,
John Holt,
Albert Ayler,
Flamin' Groovies,
Masters at Work,
Soft Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
T.S.O.L.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mars,
Oblivians,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eddi Front,
Anakelly,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tomorrow,
Eric Dolphy,
Howard Jones,
The Grass Roots,
The New Christs,
The American Breed,
Patti Smith,
Hardrive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Make Up,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sällskapet,
Heaven 17,
H. Thieme,
The Cowsills,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.