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 San Marino and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Joe Smooth,
Public Enemy,
The Saints,
Youth Brigade,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lyres,
Black Bananas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cameo,
LL Cool J,
The Cowsills,
Yellowson,
Janne Schatter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oblivians,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soul II Soul,
Q65,
Michelle Simonal,
Sound Behaviour,
Fat Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Wyatt,
Neil Young,
Massinfluence,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DJ Sneak,
Tim Buckley,
Groovy Waters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sonics,
Eddi Front,
Blossom Toes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Motorama,
The Move,
Infiniti,
The Happenings,
Circle Jerks,
Arcadia,
John Lydon,
Babytalk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harry Pussy,
The United States of America,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Magma,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Anakelly,
Scrapy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ornette Coleman,
Model 500,
Flipper,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.