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 Lebanon 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Chris & Cosey to the rock 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City 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?
The Residents,
These Immortal Souls,
Aswad,
Sexual Harrassment,
Oblivians,
The Pretty Things,
OOIOO,
The Slits,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Qualms,
John Holt,
Scratch Acid,
Slave,
Terry Callier,
Theoretical Girls,
Icehouse,
Television Personalities,
the Bar-Kays,
Lightning Bolt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ossler,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wings,
Rites of Spring,
The Selecter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
Nick Fraelich,
Isaac Hayes,
The Zeros,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fall,
Kaleidoscope,
Subhumans,
The Techniques,
Loose Ends,
John Foxx,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marcia Griffiths,
Warsaw,
Arcadia,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Knickerbockers,
the Normal,
The Pop Group,
Robert Wyatt,
cv313,
Ultravox,
Chrome,
Visage,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marc Almond,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roy Ayers,
The Flesh Eaters,
David Axelrod,
Sun City Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.