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 Korea South and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Buzzcocks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Marmalade,
Warsaw,
The Gun Club,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sight & Sound,
Youth Brigade,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quando Quango,
Mission of Burma,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alton Ellis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
H. Thieme,
Stereo Dub,
Zero Boys,
Talk Talk,
The Electric Prunes,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed,
The Velvet Underground,
Mo-Dettes,
The Invisible,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pantytec,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cheater Slicks,
Ornette Coleman,
Mandrill,
Godley & Creme,
the Association,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Moleskins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Tremeloes,
Al Stewart,
Ronnie Foster,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harmonia,
Chris & Cosey,
Eli Mardock,
Terry Callier,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
AZ,
Agitation Free,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fear,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hoover,
Lakeside,
Agent Orange,
Prince Buster,
Radiohead,
Bill Near,
Soul Sonic Force,
K-Klass,
Rites of Spring,
Crash Course in Science,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.