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 Burundi and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Bill Near to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Albert Ayler,
Ken Boothe,
U.S. Maple,
Brick,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Association,
The Zeros,
Tim Buckley,
Depeche Mode,
Quadrant,
The Victims,
Joe Smooth,
Peter & Gordon,
The Birthday Party,
The Martian,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
B.T. Express,
Mo-Dettes,
Agent Orange,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roxette,
Scientists,
The Red Krayola,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roxy Music,
Bronski Beat,
Ohio Players,
Derrick Morgan,
The Young Rascals,
The Electric Prunes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Subhumans,
Half Japanese,
Cal Tjader,
Mary Jane Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deepchord,
Eric Copeland,
Suburban Knight,
Dennis Brown,
Thompson Twins,
The Gun Club,
cv313,
The Slits,
The Wake,
Juan Atkins,
Janne Schatter,
Nirvana,
the Fania All-Stars,
China Crisis,
The Fortunes,
Symarip,
Unwound,
Au Pairs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New Order,
Electric Prunes,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.