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 Jamaica and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 David Bowie 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 This Heat to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Whodini,
Ituana,
Derrick Morgan,
Accadde A,
Circle Jerks,
A Certain Ratio,
Pantytec,
June of 44,
Minnie Riperton,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Laurel Aitken,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Sherman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Funky Four + One,
Bob Dylan,
Nik Kershaw,
Symarip,
Aaron Thompson,
Ice-T,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alice Coltrane,
The Leaves,
Bad Manners,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Underground Resistance,
The Moody Blues,
John Cale,
Procol Harum,
Jandek,
Radio Birdman,
Terry Callier,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brand Nubian,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dual Sessions,
Soulsonic Force,
Warsaw,
the Germs,
Slick Rick,
One Last Wish,
Glenn Branca,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New York Dolls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Michelle Simonal,
Chris Corsano,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gap Band,
The Grass Roots,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Silicon Teens,
Scrapy,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Evens,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.