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 Grenada and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Soft Cell to the funk 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Lightning Bolt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fatback Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Malaria!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Wake,
Darondo,
China Crisis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Evens,
The Barracudas,
Amazonics,
The Happenings,
Rites of Spring,
Angry Samoans,
Royal Trux,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scientists,
Jacob Miller,
Neil Young,
Au Pairs,
Todd Rundgren,
New Age Steppers,
Sun City Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
JFA,
Bill Wells,
Qualms,
Neu!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hoover,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roxy Music,
Aswad,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Zeros,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Von Mondo,
Scott Walker,
Eddi Front,
Jacques Brel,
Yellowson,
Cymande,
the Human League,
Gong,
Average White Band,
Sixth Finger,
AZ,
Supertramp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fugazi,
Organ,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Trumans Water,
Ultimate Spinach,
Country Teasers,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.