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 Bahamas and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 China Crisis to the jazz 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Juan Atkins,
The Happenings,
The Count Five,
Pere Ubu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
OOIOO,
Terry Callier,
Sound Behaviour,
The Remains,
Silicon Teens,
Pulsallama,
The Buckinghams,
Tommy Roe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Davy DMX,
David McCallum,
ABC,
Pantytec,
Flash Fearless,
This Heat,
Hashim,
Janne Schatter,
Alice Coltrane,
The Barracudas,
The Kinks,
Bobby Sherman,
Eden Ahbez,
The Move,
The Cowsills,
Fela Kuti,
Nik Kershaw,
Josef K,
Derrick Morgan,
The Knickerbockers,
The Monks,
Adolescents,
Underground Resistance,
Y Pants,
June Days,
Marine Girls,
Ultravox,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cymande,
T. Rex,
Dark Day,
Idris Muhammad,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Victims,
Mars,
Newcleus,
Outsiders,
The Birthday Party,
Mo-Dettes,
Organ,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dennis Brown,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.