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 Saudi Arabia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Michael McDonald 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 Severed Heads to the dance 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
The Seeds,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gladiators,
The Golliwogs,
Stetsasonic,
Marmalade,
Radiohead,
Desert Stars,
Michelle Simonal,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stereo Dub,
The Fugs,
Masters at Work,
Fear,
Black Flag,
Judy Mowatt,
Livin' Joy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fall,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Slits,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pharoah Sanders,
Oblivians,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Reagan Youth,
Lakeside,
Adolescents,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New York Dolls,
Warren Ellis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Toni Rubio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neu!,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gichy Dan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gabor Szabo,
Warsaw,
Pole,
The Human League,
Kurtis Blow,
Qualms,
K-Klass,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thee Headcoats,
Vladislav Delay,
Tubeway Army,
Tears for Fears,
Siglo XX,
Quadrant,
The Wake,
The Barracudas,
Charles Mingus,
Roxette,
Bill Wells,
Sound Behaviour,
the Germs,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.