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 Chad and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 UT 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Bluetip,
Scion,
Angry Samoans,
Negative Approach,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vainqueur,
The Cowsills,
Goldenarms,
Soul Sonic Force,
PIL,
The Durutti Column,
Roger Hodgson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Five Americans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fat Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Music Machine,
Bill Wells,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lyres,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Slick Rick,
New Order,
The American Breed,
Amon Düül,
Eve St. Jones,
Nico,
Peter and Kerry,
The Associates,
Alice Coltrane,
The Pop Group,
The Real Kids,
The Smoke,
Rekid,
Can,
Robert Wyatt,
Johnny Osbourne,
Young Marble Giants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kerrie Biddell,
kango's stein massive,
Gang of Four,
Stereo Dub,
Sound Behaviour,
Groovy Waters,
Country Teasers,
Camouflage,
Wire,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marmalade,
Babytalk,
Oblivians,
Urselle,
Arab on Radar,
The Techniques,
Animal Collective,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.