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 Mauritius and from Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 Crime to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Starr,
Procol Harum,
Minor Threat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Don Cherry,
Make Up,
Maurizio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fela Kuti,
Young Marble Giants,
The Star Department,
Delta 5,
Charles Mingus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Massinfluence,
Grauzone,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Urselle,
Suicide,
The Mummies,
Silicon Teens,
Negative Approach,
The Dead C,
Soulsonic Force,
Oblivians,
Max Romeo,
Mo-Dettes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hot Snakes,
Byron Stingily,
the Normal,
Scan 7,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bluetip,
the Swans,
Crooked Eye,
Pole,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Japan,
the Fania All-Stars,
kango's stein massive,
Motorama,
Jeff Mills,
Boredoms,
Cymande,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Divine Comedy,
Terry Callier,
Godley & Creme,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Sherman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Flag,
John Holt,
Grey Daturas,
B.T. Express,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Motions,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.