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 Antigua and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Talk Talk to the punk 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
The Gap Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Howard Jones,
the Sonics,
Flipper,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Blues Magoos,
Max Romeo,
F. McDonald,
Chris & Cosey,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Isaac Hayes,
The Happenings,
Peter and Kerry,
Ituana,
Faraquet,
Youth Brigade,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joey Negro,
Skaos,
Robert Görl,
Negative Approach,
Crime,
Chris Corsano,
The Walker Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arab on Radar,
Jawbox,
Cameo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nico,
Robert Hood,
Carl Craig,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cecil Taylor,
Nik Kershaw,
Neu!,
Gang of Four,
ABBA,
Blake Baxter,
The Residents,
Sällskapet,
Dark Day,
Cheater Slicks,
Sandy B,
June Days,
Index,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lalann,
Godley & Creme,
Wally Richardson,
Das Ding,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang Green,
Michelle Simonal,
Swans,
Franke,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.