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 Laos and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Idris Muhammad to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Delta 5,
Excepter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Golliwogs,
Dave Gahan,
ABBA,
David Axelrod,
The Fugs,
Panda Bear,
Minor Threat,
David Bowie,
The Smiths,
Outsiders,
kango's stein massive,
The Stooges,
Boz Scaggs,
Silicon Teens,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Depeche Mode,
Scrapy,
Alton Ellis,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
ABC,
The Associates,
Wasted Youth,
Tomorrow,
Sun Ra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Erasure,
Roy Ayers,
Television,
Eurythmics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Popol Vuh,
Eddi Front,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Green,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gun Club,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Slave,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Sixth Finger,
UT,
The Offenders,
L. Decosne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Detroit Cobras,
Massinfluence,
Marmalade,
Darondo,
Connie Case,
Flipper,
Lalann,
Cal Tjader,
Henry Cow,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.