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 Brunei and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 E-Dancer to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Procol Harum,
The Dirtbombs,
Peter & Gordon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cramps,
Marc Almond,
John Lydon,
Yellowson,
Main Source,
Babytalk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The New Christs,
Porter Ricks,
Los Fastidios,
The Names,
Jeff Mills,
The Raincoats,
The Slits,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ludus,
L. Decosne,
Funkadelic,
The Count Five,
Technova,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Newcleus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Saints,
Oneida,
The Vogues,
H. Thieme,
Icehouse,
Pantaleimon,
Charles Mingus,
Nils Olav,
Royal Trux,
Slave,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Youth Brigade,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boz Scaggs,
Marmalade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Invisible,
Loose Ends,
Monks,
Banda Bassotti,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Martian,
Agent Orange,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lakeside,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tom Boy,
The Dead C,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.