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 Mongolia and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 The Cure to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
The Golliwogs,
The Gap Band,
Niagra,
Soul II Soul,
Angry Samoans,
Marc Almond,
The Litter,
Agent Orange,
Cecil Taylor,
Matthew Halsall,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dawn Penn,
Barbara Tucker,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Vogues,
Gregory Isaacs,
DJ Style,
Cybotron,
The Slits,
The Black Dice,
The Young Rascals,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Underground Resistance,
Terry Callier,
EPMD,
Donny Hathaway,
The Pop Group,
Pagans,
Camberwell Now,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Wake,
Procol Harum,
Black Pus,
Gang Starr,
This Heat,
Erasure,
Jerry's Kids,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Trumans Water,
MC5,
Symarip,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lalo Schifrin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Slick Rick,
Das Ding,
Aloha Tigers,
Thompson Twins,
Funky Four + One,
Agitation Free,
New Age Steppers,
Metal Thangz,
Jeff Mills,
Smog,
Depeche Mode,
The Slackers,
Pierre Henry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Prince Buster,
The Smiths,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.