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 Barbados and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Derrick Morgan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
The Techniques,
Sight & Sound,
Ponytail,
Johnny Clarke,
the Germs,
Lightning Bolt,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fall,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roy Ayers,
Scan 7,
Deepchord,
Aloha Tigers,
The Trojans,
Sparks,
David Axelrod,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eurythmics,
Dave Gahan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pussy Galore,
Television Personalities,
Fat Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Accadde A,
Barrington Levy,
Grauzone,
the Swans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
ABBA,
The Index,
Erykah Badu,
Amazonics,
Lou Reed,
Joey Negro,
Shuggie Otis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Theoretical Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pantaleimon,
OOIOO,
Andrew Hill,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The United States of America,
The Birthday Party,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deakin,
Al Stewart,
Index,
Radio Birdman,
Eric Copeland,
The Black Dice,
Can,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skaos,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New Order,
A Certain Ratio,
Talk Talk,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.