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 Bolivia and from Spokane.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Funkadelic 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Babytalk,
Nirvana,
Pulsallama,
DJ Sneak,
Sixth Finger,
Bad Manners,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sam Rivers,
Reagan Youth,
Main Source,
Erykah Badu,
kango's stein massive,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sonics,
Bush Tetras,
The Tremeloes,
Mantronix,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fugazi,
Ultravox,
Barclay James Harvest,
Symarip,
The Fugs,
Y Pants,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Subhumans,
Schoolly D,
D'Angelo,
Average White Band,
Yazoo,
Rekid,
Goldenarms,
David McCallum,
La Düsseldorf,
Visage,
Harry Pussy,
Spandau Ballet,
Blossom Toes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eric Dolphy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joy Division,
L. Decosne,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cramps,
Basic Channel,
Blake Baxter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Absolute Body Control,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Seeds,
Loose Ends,
The Associates,
a-ha,
Cheater Slicks,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Happenings,
MDC,
Radiopuhelimet,
Japan,
R.M.O.,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.