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 Pakistan and from London.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the dance 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Simply Red,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Quadrant,
The Kinks,
Young Marble Giants,
Inner City,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eddi Front,
Qualms,
The Standells,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Royal Trux,
Metal Thangz,
Scan 7,
Neil Young,
Ronnie Foster,
The Index,
Mission of Burma,
the Swans,
Zapp,
Graham Central Station,
Anakelly,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Evens,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Drexciya,
The Skatalites,
Lee Hazlewood,
Junior Murvin,
The Buckinghams,
Sun Ra,
Arthur Verocai,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Angry Samoans,
Matthew Halsall,
David Axelrod,
Kerri Chandler,
The Searchers,
Aaron Thompson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Steve Hackett,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed,
Ultra Naté,
Glenn Branca,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wasted Youth,
Darondo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rosa Yemen,
Suicide,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deadbeat,
The Wake,
Swell Maps,
Electric Prunes,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.