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 Australia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
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 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 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 Brass Construction 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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Gang Starr,
Altered Images,
Scrapy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amon Düül II,
Nico,
Marine Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Janne Schatter,
The Sound,
Simply Red,
The Monks,
The Skatalites,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lindisfarne,
Swans,
Tommy Roe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skaos,
Mars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New Age Steppers,
Josef K,
Cymande,
Little Man,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gories,
Jandek,
Piero Umiliani,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
KRS-One,
Funky Four + One,
OOIOO,
Urselle,
Delon & Dalcan,
Steve Hackett,
June of 44,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yellowson,
Goldenarms,
Delta 5,
James White and The Blacks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Chris & Cosey,
Deepchord,
Cal Tjader,
LL Cool J,
Section 25,
FM Einheit,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arcadia,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mo-Dettes,
Grauzone,
Faust,
Graham Central Station,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.