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 Chile 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mighty Diamonds to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Donald Byrd,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Divine Comedy,
The Misunderstood,
The Blackbyrds,
Laurel Aitken,
Glenn Branca,
B.T. Express,
Das Ding,
Arab on Radar,
Schoolly D,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mission of Burma,
The Young Rascals,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roxy Music,
Andrew Hill,
Organ,
The Music Machine,
The Martian,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alice Coltrane,
The Offenders,
Country Teasers,
Tears for Fears,
DNA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Modern Lovers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Spandau Ballet,
Banda Bassotti,
The Evens,
Idris Muhammad,
Essential Logic,
Dual Sessions,
Pole,
Josef K,
Sixth Finger,
Radio Birdman,
the Sonics,
Gang Green,
Excepter,
The Human League,
Adolescents,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Buckinghams,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ronan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Association,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Busters,
Lightning Bolt,
Von Mondo,
Juan Atkins,
Easy Going,
The Monochrome Set,
The Dirtbombs,
Y Pants,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.