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 Luxembourg and from Houston.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
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 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 David Bowie 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 Camberwell Now 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Blackbyrds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
PIL,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bill Wells,
Amon Düül II,
The Fall,
Quando Quango,
Jawbox,
The Durutti Column,
Soulsonic Force,
Godley & Creme,
The Mojo Men,
EPMD,
Can,
Unwound,
Cal Tjader,
Animal Collective,
Moby Grape,
Electric Prunes,
The Sonics,
Roy Ayers,
Chrome,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Al Stewart,
Dave Gahan,
Warsaw,
Sugar Minott,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cheater Slicks,
Niagra,
Leonard Cohen,
Laurel Aitken,
Aural Exciters,
JFA,
Eric Dolphy,
Newcleus,
Juan Atkins,
Q and Not U,
David Bowie,
Lalann,
Tres Demented,
The Index,
Mark Hollis,
Aloha Tigers,
Ten City,
Rapeman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Main Source,
Drexciya,
Darondo,
La Düsseldorf,
Scott Walker,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
T. Rex,
Glenn Branca,
LL Cool J,
Accadde A,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.