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 Kiribati and from London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Technova to the grunge 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Morten Harket,
Second Layer,
Thee Headcoats,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang of Four,
Todd Rundgren,
Suicide,
Underground Resistance,
World's Most,
Lebanon Hanover,
Au Pairs,
Kas Product,
Guru Guru,
Roger Hodgson,
Shoche,
R.M.O.,
Monolake,
Bobby Byrd,
Carl Craig,
Ultravox,
ABC,
Fatback Band,
Lakeside,
Lower 48,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nirvana,
AZ,
New York Dolls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Buzzcocks,
Black Pus,
Talk Talk,
The Count Five,
Negative Approach,
Angry Samoans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crash Course in Science,
Cecil Taylor,
Ten City,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed,
Nick Fraelich,
Crime,
Essential Logic,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cure,
Siglo XX,
The Trojans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
London Community Gospel Choir,
These Immortal Souls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sugar Minott,
The Index,
Masters at Work,
Radiohead,
Wasted Youth,
Scientists,
Echospace,
Hot Snakes,
The Leaves,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.