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 Nicaragua and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 The Gladiators to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
UT,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camberwell Now,
Sight & Sound,
The Cramps,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Absolute Body Control,
Spoonie Gee,
Todd Rundgren,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Television Personalities,
The Count Five,
Adolescents,
Inner City,
Blossom Toes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Trumans Water,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pagans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Smiths,
Drive Like Jehu,
Khruangbin,
Lyres,
World's Most,
Peter and Kerry,
Mission of Burma,
Pantaleimon,
Crooked Eye,
Yazoo,
Aaron Thompson,
The Barracudas,
The Names,
The Associates,
Porter Ricks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Junior Murvin,
Sound Behaviour,
Second Layer,
The Moody Blues,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jacques Brel,
Drexciya,
The Electric Prunes,
Dual Sessions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Maurizio,
Skaos,
Sun Ra,
Bad Manners,
Fluxion,
The Gun Club,
Wolf Eyes,
The Walker Brothers,
Essential Logic,
Aloha Tigers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Selecter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Moon,
Ituana,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.