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 Hungary and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 The Grass Roots to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dead Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Terry Callier,
Popol Vuh,
Drexciya,
The Black Dice,
Eric Copeland,
Reagan Youth,
Monolake,
Supertramp,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rufus Thomas,
CMW,
Sarah Menescal,
Dawn Penn,
Scratch Acid,
Roxette,
The Evens,
The Offenders,
Alison Limerick,
Interpol,
David Axelrod,
Can,
Neil Young,
Brothers Johnson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mummies,
The Star Department,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Music Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brass Construction,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Reuben Wilson,
Funky Four + One,
The Trojans,
The J.B.'s,
Arab on Radar,
Buzzcocks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Normal,
Howard Jones,
Sällskapet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fear,
Suburban Knight,
Agent Orange,
The Young Rascals,
Judy Mowatt,
The Count Five,
Jandek,
Pussy Galore,
Talk Talk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Laurel Aitken,
The Birthday Party,
Joensuu 1685,
the Human League,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.