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 Somalia and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Junior Murvin to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
the Human League,
Andrew Hill,
Agent Orange,
Popol Vuh,
Liliput,
Avey Tare,
Kurtis Blow,
Theoretical Girls,
The Angels of Light,
8 Eyed Spy,
Albert Ayler,
Darondo,
Ultra Naté,
Lyres,
The Electric Prunes,
The Leaves,
Guru Guru,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cameo,
Goldenarms,
Dual Sessions,
Smog,
Dark Day,
Matthew Halsall,
Flipper,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fall,
Warsaw,
MC5,
Intrusion,
One Last Wish,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gap Band,
Skarface,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-102,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stetsasonic,
Yazoo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bob Dylan,
China Crisis,
Eddi Front,
Unrelated Segments,
Patti Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
The Knickerbockers,
The Saints,
Babytalk,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Godley & Creme,
John Foxx,
The Fugs,
The Remains,
Essential Logic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Zero Boys,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.