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 Benin and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the electroclash 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Grauzone,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kas Product,
The Five Americans,
Idris Muhammad,
Suicide,
Porter Ricks,
Camouflage,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Christie,
Soulsonic Force,
MC5,
the Association,
Echospace,
The Modern Lovers,
Bad Manners,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
The Raincoats,
June of 44,
Eric Copeland,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Leaves,
Alton Ellis,
New Age Steppers,
Mission of Burma,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Country Teasers,
Sex Pistols,
Boz Scaggs,
DJ Sneak,
Nick Fraelich,
Pagans,
Youth Brigade,
Darondo,
Reagan Youth,
Jeff Mills,
Hasil Adkins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joe Finger,
The Residents,
Y Pants,
Kool Moe Dee,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Section 25,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Frankie Knuckles,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Drive Like Jehu,
Siglo XX,
Ten City,
Throbbing Gristle,
Henry Cow,
Quadrant,
the Human League,
Sonic Youth,
Crime,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Toasters,
Public Enemy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.