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 Syria and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Ituana to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
JFA,
Bad Manners,
Adolescents,
Little Man,
Magazine,
Charles Mingus,
Black Bananas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hasil Adkins,
Franke,
Soft Machine,
a-ha,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Christie,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Moleskins,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-101,
Niagra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Carl Craig,
Symarip,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fugazi,
Dennis Brown,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Black Dice,
Minny Pops,
Mission of Burma,
Jeff Lynne,
Derrick Morgan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scion,
Quando Quango,
K-Klass,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun City Girls,
Tubeway Army,
The Gories,
Yellowson,
Malaria!,
the Slits,
Monks,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Standells,
The Fugs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Golliwogs,
Rekid,
Banda Bassotti,
Khruangbin,
Bill Wells,
Nico,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arab on Radar,
La Düsseldorf,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.