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 Maldives and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the disco 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Derrick May,
Camouflage,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Michelle Simonal,
Gong,
Public Enemy,
Angry Samoans,
The Golliwogs,
Suicide,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Kinks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Slackers,
World's Most,
The Dead C,
Grauzone,
Man Eating Sloth,
E-Dancer,
Loose Ends,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soul Sonic Force,
Excepter,
CMW,
Idris Muhammad,
Cybotron,
Erasure,
Lalann,
Neil Young,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pantytec,
Ronan,
Crime,
The Smiths,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Con Funk Shun,
Hardrive,
Skaos,
Gang Starr,
Joe Finger,
Black Pus,
the Human League,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bad Manners,
The Offenders,
The Fall,
The Standells,
Smog,
Q and Not U,
The Gap Band,
Amon Düül,
Average White Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Danielle Patucci,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jandek,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cure,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.