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 Samoa and from Tehran.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Dave Gahan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Grey Daturas,
The Dirtbombs,
Scan 7,
Robert Hood,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bush Tetras,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Womack,
Magma,
Das Ding,
The Index,
Bluetip,
Arcadia,
Frankie Knuckles,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Monks,
Y Pants,
Robert Görl,
Khruangbin,
Goldenarms,
Pole,
Supertramp,
Ralphi Rosario,
T.S.O.L.,
the Germs,
Niagra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quantec,
Gil Scott Heron,
Shoche,
The Fall,
Cameo,
Isaac Hayes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Idris Muhammad,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
The Durutti Column,
David Bowie,
Camouflage,
Electric Prunes,
Bauhaus,
Q and Not U,
Ohio Players,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Christie,
Intrusion,
Joensuu 1685,
Lungfish,
Fat Boys,
Underground Resistance,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Drexciya,
Todd Rundgren,
Quadrant,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yazoo,
Tres Demented,
Eden Ahbez,
Marc Almond,
The Remains,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.