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 Eritrea and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Amon Düül 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth 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?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Average White Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fugs,
Ludus,
Surgeon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aswad,
the Sonics,
Dark Day,
Desert Stars,
Babytalk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kaleidoscope,
The Techniques,
Judy Mowatt,
Henry Cow,
Roxy Music,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ponytail,
Idris Muhammad,
Terry Callier,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thee Headcoats,
Donny Hathaway,
New Order,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Main Source,
Johnny Clarke,
The Vogues,
The Mummies,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Monks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
kango's stein massive,
Slave,
Morten Harket,
Pierre Henry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bootsy Collins,
Scion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sex Pistols,
Gastr Del Sol,
Erasure,
Dennis Brown,
Magazine,
Derrick May,
The Fuzztones,
The Angels of Light,
Eve St. Jones,
Urselle,
The American Breed,
Matthew Bourne,
Stetsasonic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
In Retrospect,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.