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 Zambia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Lou Reed 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 Young Rascals to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
The Vogues,
The Leaves,
Josef K,
Pagans,
Trumans Water,
Matthew Bourne,
Yellowson,
Neil Young,
Scott Walker,
Television Personalities,
Section 25,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wally Richardson,
Animal Collective,
The Gun Club,
Jacques Brel,
Pere Ubu,
Lucky Dragons,
Sound Behaviour,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Japan,
The Zeros,
Sixth Finger,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Flag,
Au Pairs,
Kas Product,
The Happenings,
Agitation Free,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Desert Stars,
Quadrant,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sex Pistols,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Smoke,
Blancmange,
Metal Thangz,
DJ Style,
Funkadelic,
The Last Poets,
Sister Nancy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ten City,
Ohio Players,
Angry Samoans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Youth Brigade,
F. McDonald,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The New Christs,
The Victims,
The Raincoats,
The Fall,
Wolf Eyes,
The Dead C,
Jeff Mills,
Niagra,
Main Source,
Qualms,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.