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 Lesotho and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Boogie Down Productions to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radio Birdman,
LL Cool J,
Man Eating Sloth,
Al Stewart,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fat Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
David McCallum,
The Angels of Light,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Davy DMX,
L. Decosne,
Zapp,
The Neon Judgement,
Oblivians,
Ice-T,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeff Mills,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare,
Alton Ellis,
Eric Dolphy,
A Certain Ratio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DJ Sneak,
The Zeros,
Fluxion,
Mr. Review,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Easy Going,
Ronan,
Fugazi,
UT,
The Litter,
Ituana,
Marmalade,
Minnie Riperton,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
Arab on Radar,
Harry Pussy,
The Young Rascals,
Joy Division,
Rekid,
The Residents,
Brothers Johnson,
Faust,
Television,
Brick,
AZ,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Green,
Flipper,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alphaville,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.