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 Laos and from Lille.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Real Kids to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Surgeon,
The Pretty Things,
Archie Shepp,
the Soft Cell,
Tomorrow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Piero Umiliani,
Liliput,
Trumans Water,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mars,
Hasil Adkins,
Ken Boothe,
Livin' Joy,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fire Engines,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Von Mondo,
Marine Girls,
Suicide,
Aloha Tigers,
Scratch Acid,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skaos,
The Gun Club,
Hoover,
Roger Hodgson,
Metal Thangz,
U.S. Maple,
Dawn Penn,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Litter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fear,
Lyres,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Half Japanese,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Foxx,
Soul II Soul,
Unwound,
The Searchers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soulsonic Force,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The United States of America,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter and Kerry,
Icehouse,
Sun City Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Busters,
Moss Icon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.