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 Paraguay and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Robert Palmer 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 The American Breed to the dance 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord 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 harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Supertramp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Subhumans,
Jacob Miller,
Kenny Larkin,
The Knickerbockers,
L. Decosne,
Livin' Joy,
the Association,
Underground Resistance,
Cluster,
Thee Headcoats,
Lower 48,
Aaron Thompson,
The Smoke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
ABC,
Dave Gahan,
Camberwell Now,
Banda Bassotti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Inner City,
Reagan Youth,
Sex Pistols,
Quadrant,
Bob Dylan,
Faust,
Tears for Fears,
Aloha Tigers,
Radiohead,
Ken Boothe,
Eden Ahbez,
Accadde A,
Davy DMX,
Juan Atkins,
Masters at Work,
Radiopuhelimet,
June of 44,
Darondo,
Con Funk Shun,
Tres Demented,
Lucky Dragons,
The Durutti Column,
Pulsallama,
Matthew Bourne,
Warren Ellis,
Fear,
Clear Light,
ABBA,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dirtbombs,
Spoonie Gee,
Mad Mike,
Rapeman,
Oneida,
Funky Four + One,
The Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Kayak,
Ten City,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.