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 Barbados and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Skarface to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Albert Ayler,
Mantronix,
PIL,
Lucky Dragons,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Subhumans,
Donald Byrd,
The Tremeloes,
Grey Daturas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pulsallama,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
ABC,
Bush Tetras,
These Immortal Souls,
Piero Umiliani,
Kas Product,
Index,
Outsiders,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gregory Isaacs,
Matthew Bourne,
Bootsy Collins,
The Walker Brothers,
Stereo Dub,
Franke,
The Happenings,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Birthday Party,
Camberwell Now,
Parry Music,
The Victims,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fire Engines,
The Doors,
The Move,
Fat Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Severed Heads,
Blancmange,
The Residents,
David McCallum,
Lindisfarne,
The Angels of Light,
Spoonie Gee,
Trumans Water,
Sällskapet,
Gichy Dan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blake Baxter,
Fad Gadget,
Fatback Band,
Country Teasers,
June Days,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultra Naté,
Sexual Harrassment,
Adolescents,
Lou Christie,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.