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 Malawi and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Matthew Bourne to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Reagan Youth,
Fear,
The Music Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
Pulsallama,
Inner City,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Prince Buster,
Arab on Radar,
Angry Samoans,
Basic Channel,
Chris Corsano,
Sister Nancy,
Swell Maps,
The Beau Brummels,
The Residents,
June Days,
Sällskapet,
T. Rex,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Sherman,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Slackers,
The Techniques,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Starr,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lakeside,
Scientists,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Q65,
Patti Smith,
Suicide,
Second Layer,
Minutemen,
Index,
Piero Umiliani,
Moss Icon,
Godley & Creme,
The Raincoats,
Thompson Twins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Schoolly D,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pere Ubu,
Minor Threat,
Kaleidoscope,
Procol Harum,
Unwound,
Negative Approach,
The Zeros,
Roxette,
Amon Düül II,
Gichy Dan,
Harpers Bizarre,
MC5,
The Evens,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.