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 Mexico and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cheater Slicks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Rekid,
Model 500,
Amon Düül,
Iggy Pop,
Marmalade,
the Sonics,
UT,
Patti Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Foxx,
These Immortal Souls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lindisfarne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Idris Muhammad,
Youth Brigade,
Sonic Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dave Gahan,
Theoretical Girls,
The Smoke,
Nik Kershaw,
The Evens,
Schoolly D,
Kas Product,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cybotron,
Jeff Mills,
Clear Light,
Sixth Finger,
Minnie Riperton,
Aswad,
Franke,
The Blackbyrds,
Alton Ellis,
The Happenings,
Rod Modell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Animal Collective,
The Misunderstood,
Pere Ubu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Christie,
Thompson Twins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bluetip,
Intrusion,
Essential Logic,
Bronski Beat,
Easy Going,
The Knickerbockers,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lalann,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
One Last Wish,
Fatback Band,
Subhumans,
The Slackers,
World's Most,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.