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 Dominica and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Stockholm Monsters to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
T. Rex,
Sun Ra,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wasted Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Panda Bear,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New York Dolls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dawn Penn,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Swell Maps,
Ultra Naté,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marvin Gaye,
Fugazi,
Urselle,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cure,
Fat Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Siglo XX,
Josef K,
New Order,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DJ Style,
Bob Dylan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fortunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aural Exciters,
Eli Mardock,
Marmalade,
Rosa Yemen,
Lower 48,
Mo-Dettes,
Niagra,
Hot Snakes,
the Fania All-Stars,
H. Thieme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ponytail,
Leonard Cohen,
The Remains,
Black Bananas,
Terry Callier,
Pharoah Sanders,
David Axelrod,
Saccharine Trust,
Godley & Creme,
The Cowsills,
Anakelly,
X-102,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.