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 Niger and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Aural Exciters 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cal Tjader,
Warren Ellis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Leonard Cohen,
Malaria!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Little Man,
Goldenarms,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lebanon Hanover,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Golliwogs,
Soulsonic Force,
John Lydon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Half Japanese,
The Saints,
Eric Copeland,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Maleditus Sound,
R.M.O.,
Funkadelic,
EPMD,
Aloha Tigers,
Cecil Taylor,
Radiopuhelimet,
June Days,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare,
The Sound,
Camouflage,
Flamin' Groovies,
Byron Stingily,
The Invisible,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stiv Bators,
Spandau Ballet,
The Toasters,
Arab on Radar,
Deadbeat,
Tommy Roe,
Arthur Verocai,
Dave Gahan,
Trumans Water,
Terry Callier,
Bronski Beat,
the Swans,
Godley & Creme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soft Machine,
The Pretty Things,
David Bowie,
Yazoo,
The Divine Comedy,
Matthew Halsall,
Joensuu 1685,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.