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 Iran and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Warren Ellis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Los Fastidios,
Vladislav Delay,
The Golliwogs,
The Red Krayola,
Bizarre Inc.,
Index,
June Days,
Maleditus Sound,
Monolake,
Saccharine Trust,
Hoover,
Brass Construction,
Flipper,
Silicon Teens,
The Index,
Dawn Penn,
Bronski Beat,
Michelle Simonal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
David Bowie,
Pantytec,
Dennis Brown,
The Evens,
The Kinks,
Electric Prunes,
Ornette Coleman,
Pussy Galore,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Misunderstood,
Pantaleimon,
The Music Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Second Layer,
Patti Smith,
Eli Mardock,
Rapeman,
Davy DMX,
Mars,
Aloha Tigers,
The Seeds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Glenn Branca,
Fatback Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Althea and Donna,
Man Parrish,
Hasil Adkins,
Ronnie Foster,
Warsaw,
Lalo Schifrin,
Amon Düül II,
Yazoo,
Newcleus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ituana,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blake Baxter,
Cameo,
The Litter,
Funkadelic,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.