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 Korea North and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Danielle Patucci to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Sam Rivers,
Ultravox,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alphaville,
Robert Hood,
Aloha Tigers,
Rakim,
Mission of Burma,
Hot Snakes,
Absolute Body Control,
The Raincoats,
Tubeway Army,
UT,
Todd Rundgren,
Liliput,
Chris & Cosey,
Joe Finger,
Japan,
Derrick May,
Pussy Galore,
Althea and Donna,
Oblivians,
Glambeats Corp.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
L. Decosne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Invisible,
ABBA,
The Real Kids,
Malaria!,
Crime,
Spandau Ballet,
Banda Bassotti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harry Pussy,
Arcadia,
Radio Birdman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Clear Light,
Lou Christie,
OOIOO,
Terry Callier,
Crash Course in Science,
Charles Mingus,
Howard Jones,
T.S.O.L.,
The Buckinghams,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amazonics,
Tommy Roe,
The Fall,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Graham Central Station,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.