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 Oman and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Cheater Slicks to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Warsaw,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sam Rivers,
The Cramps,
Outsiders,
Fad Gadget,
Von Mondo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Searchers,
Ten City,
the Bar-Kays,
Essential Logic,
ABBA,
The Martian,
the Germs,
Hardrive,
Sarah Menescal,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alison Limerick,
Lyres,
Sex Pistols,
the Soft Cell,
Soul II Soul,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brick,
Minny Pops,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultra Naté,
Whodini,
Gabor Szabo,
Blossom Toes,
Laurel Aitken,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Todd Terry,
Flash Fearless,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crooked Eye,
Desert Stars,
PIL,
The Music Machine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lightning Bolt,
Jacques Brel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kurtis Blow,
The Zeros,
Lucky Dragons,
The Birthday Party,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kerri Chandler,
Rufus Thomas,
Maleditus Sound,
The Misunderstood,
The Young Rascals,
Flamin' Groovies,
Warren Ellis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.