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 Turkey and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Crispy Ambulance to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sonic Youth,
Model 500,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Laurel Aitken,
Angry Samoans,
Janne Schatter,
Minny Pops,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Beau Brummels,
Fort Wilson Riot,
China Crisis,
Suburban Knight,
Drexciya,
Quadrant,
The United States of America,
The Smiths,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
Wire,
Liliput,
Rekid,
The Leaves,
The Shadows of Knight,
Slick Rick,
The Durutti Column,
Popol Vuh,
JFA,
Excepter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mission of Burma,
The Young Rascals,
Tears for Fears,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eurythmics,
Quando Quango,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Flag,
EPMD,
Das Ding,
World's Most,
Colin Newman,
The Invisible,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blake Baxter,
The Buckinghams,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joy Division,
Make Up,
The Monochrome Set,
Johnny Clarke,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fortunes,
AZ,
Q65,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Isaac Hayes,
June Days,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.