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 Kosovo and from London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the electroclash 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
A Certain Ratio,
Scan 7,
X-101,
Television,
Patti Smith,
Grauzone,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
T. Rex,
Cameo,
Robert Wyatt,
Thee Headcoats,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Depeche Mode,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Divine Comedy,
Lee Hazlewood,
June of 44,
Desert Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Misunderstood,
Arthur Verocai,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Pop Group,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gap Band,
The Doors,
Talk Talk,
Spoonie Gee,
Frankie Knuckles,
Davy DMX,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Motions,
These Immortal Souls,
the Human League,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soulsonic Force,
The Happenings,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Janne Schatter,
Brick,
The Blackbyrds,
Fatback Band,
Stereo Dub,
Country Teasers,
Heaven 17,
Wolf Eyes,
Piero Umiliani,
Thompson Twins,
Lyres,
The Last Poets,
The Human League,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quando Quango,
The Gun Club,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Green,
Brass Construction,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.