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 Georgia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
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 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 Donald Fagen 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 Girls At Our Best! to the rock 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro 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 snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Liliput,
Warsaw,
Youth Brigade,
Metal Thangz,
The Dead C,
Motorama,
Cymande,
Magma,
DJ Style,
Blancmange,
the Germs,
Niagra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mark Hollis,
Quantec,
Sixth Finger,
UT,
The Dirtbombs,
Joyce Sims,
Crash Course in Science,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fortunes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Slick Rick,
Depeche Mode,
The Pretty Things,
Andrew Hill,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New Order,
cv313,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sound Behaviour,
June Days,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Raincoats,
Harry Pussy,
Gabor Szabo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sight & Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Connie Case,
Jeff Mills,
Public Enemy,
Mars,
Oblivians,
Tears for Fears,
Archie Shepp,
The Monks,
a-ha,
Basic Channel,
Alton Ellis,
Cheater Slicks,
The J.B.'s,
Marmalade,
Guru Guru,
Skarface,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fluxion,
the Swans,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.