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 Zambia and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in 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 Man Eating Sloth to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Boredoms,
Thompson Twins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nik Kershaw,
Cal Tjader,
The Cramps,
Fluxion,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rapeman,
Dark Day,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Idris Muhammad,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mantronix,
Metal Thangz,
Derrick May,
Rufus Thomas,
Hot Snakes,
Moebius,
Minnie Riperton,
Underground Resistance,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pere Ubu,
The Angels of Light,
Barbara Tucker,
Lakeside,
The Remains,
The Zeros,
Zero Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Arcadia,
Amon Düül,
Sam Rivers,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Easy Going,
Glenn Branca,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Buckinghams,
Tom Boy,
Ossler,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eden Ahbez,
Flipper,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jacques Brel,
The Happenings,
Von Mondo,
The Stooges,
The Blues Magoos,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The J.B.'s,
Silicon Teens,
The Doobie Brothers,
U.S. Maple,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aloha Tigers,
DNA,
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You don't know what you really want.
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.