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 Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Delta 5 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Monolake,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sonic Youth,
The Human League,
Supertramp,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Busters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Andrew Hill,
Bootsy Collins,
Thompson Twins,
Outsiders,
Ronnie Foster,
EPMD,
The Mojo Men,
Au Pairs,
Pagans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gories,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eurythmics,
Funky Four + One,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Soft Cell,
Jawbox,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gong,
Jeff Mills,
Bauhaus,
Masters at Work,
The Raincoats,
Soul II Soul,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Detroit Cobras,
Suburban Knight,
Tommy Roe,
Delta 5,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The American Breed,
The Five Americans,
the Sonics,
The Moody Blues,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fortunes,
Ornette Coleman,
Yellowson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Happenings,
Blancmange,
Duran Duran,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Smog,
David Bowie,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joe Smooth,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.