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 Azerbaijan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Holger Czukay 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 Max Romeo to the grime 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Quantec,
the Association,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Sonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Flag,
X-102,
Albert Ayler,
Mad Mike,
Morten Harket,
Rufus Thomas,
A Certain Ratio,
Ten City,
Kurtis Blow,
Moebius,
Danielle Patucci,
Yazoo,
Japan,
Peter and Kerry,
L. Decosne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Goldenarms,
Dark Day,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Litter,
The Mojo Men,
DJ Style,
Big Daddy Kane,
Television Personalities,
Adolescents,
Reagan Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Womack,
Glenn Branca,
Cluster,
Stereo Dub,
The Busters,
Barbara Tucker,
Circle Jerks,
Slave,
The Invisible,
MDC,
James White and The Blacks,
Lower 48,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fortunes,
Little Man,
Charles Mingus,
H. Thieme,
Newcleus,
Ken Boothe,
The Cure,
The Searchers,
Sight & Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Ossler,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.