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 Suriname and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 David Bowie 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 L. Decosne 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
La Düsseldorf,
Radiohead,
David Bowie,
The Buckinghams,
Bluetip,
Fugazi,
the Association,
Saccharine Trust,
Blossom Toes,
Heaven 17,
Sun Ra,
Lou Christie,
Thee Headcoats,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Surgeon,
Minnie Riperton,
Erasure,
Soft Machine,
Max Romeo,
Marine Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
The Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oneida,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
10cc,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gil Scott Heron,
Television Personalities,
Accadde A,
Alton Ellis,
Grauzone,
The Misunderstood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mantronix,
Moby Grape,
The Fortunes,
KRS-One,
Loose Ends,
Subhumans,
Kurtis Blow,
Flash Fearless,
Fear,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
LL Cool J,
T. Rex,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Zeros,
Rotary Connection,
The New Christs,
The Cure,
Tim Buckley,
Magazine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bill Near,
Television,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.