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 Fiji 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fat Boys to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Piero Umiliani,
D'Angelo,
Alison Limerick,
8 Eyed Spy,
AZ,
Sonic Youth,
Junior Murvin,
ABBA,
Archie Shepp,
Slick Rick,
The New Christs,
Nik Kershaw,
Barbara Tucker,
Rosa Yemen,
Shoche,
Shuggie Otis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Liliput,
Jimmy McGriff,
Todd Terry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chrome,
Juan Atkins,
Sound Behaviour,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Music Machine,
Alton Ellis,
Avey Tare,
Funky Four + One,
Outsiders,
Youth Brigade,
Eric B and Rakim,
Harry Pussy,
Wally Richardson,
John Cale,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Byrd,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dawn Penn,
Kas Product,
Das Ding,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Litter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barrington Levy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lyres,
T.S.O.L.,
Basic Channel,
Depeche Mode,
Blossom Toes,
CMW,
Joy Division,
The Monks,
The Raincoats,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Germs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.