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 Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Junior Murvin to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Aural Exciters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
David McCallum,
The Selecter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Unrelated Segments,
The Black Dice,
Robert Hood,
Main Source,
Dorothy Ashby,
Thompson Twins,
Blancmange,
Loose Ends,
Moebius,
Funkadelic,
Idris Muhammad,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Gang Dance,
Chrome,
Soulsonic Force,
Soft Cell,
Dawn Penn,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Slits,
Aloha Tigers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Subhumans,
Reuben Wilson,
Audionom,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alton Ellis,
Lower 48,
Half Japanese,
Drive Like Jehu,
Porter Ricks,
Susan Cadogan,
Archie Shepp,
Anakelly,
The Pop Group,
Arcadia,
Lucky Dragons,
AZ,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rites of Spring,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Flag,
Babytalk,
Erykah Badu,
Pylon,
The J.B.'s,
Bob Dylan,
Nico,
The Monochrome Set,
Ronan,
Judy Mowatt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Germs,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.