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 Zambia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Smiths to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw 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?
Depeche Mode,
Dawn Penn,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stiv Bators,
Jacques Brel,
Prince Buster,
Peter and Kerry,
The J.B.'s,
Deepchord,
David Bowie,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Bananas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bad Manners,
10cc,
H. Thieme,
Das Ding,
The Victims,
Freddie Wadling,
Panda Bear,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mojo Men,
World's Most,
Aural Exciters,
Smog,
Yusef Lateef,
The Kinks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Goldenarms,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moss Icon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hardrive,
Crispy Ambulance,
Connie Case,
Graham Central Station,
Tubeway Army,
Althea and Donna,
The Grass Roots,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yazoo,
Junior Murvin,
Derrick Morgan,
The Selecter,
New Order,
Nik Kershaw,
Liliput,
Reagan Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
Ice-T,
Suicide,
Brand Nubian,
The Fall,
The Knickerbockers,
Kayak,
Monolake,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.