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 Kosovo and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
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 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 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 K-Klass to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Zero Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
Arthur Verocai,
Mandrill,
T. Rex,
Oneida,
Barry Ungar,
The Fugs,
Japan,
Technova,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Slackers,
Niagra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Malaria!,
New Order,
Letta Mbulu,
The Red Krayola,
Radiohead,
Cecil Taylor,
Soft Cell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sonics,
MC5,
Amon Düül,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kayak,
the Soft Cell,
Soulsonic Force,
The Smiths,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fortunes,
Ronnie Foster,
Essential Logic,
The Fire Engines,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Country Teasers,
Man Parrish,
Cal Tjader,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Index,
Banda Bassotti,
In Retrospect,
Excepter,
Graham Central Station,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joe Smooth,
Albert Ayler,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Busters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Toasters,
The Modern Lovers,
John Foxx,
Michelle Simonal,
Godley & Creme,
Model 500,
Shoche,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.