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 Liechtenstein and from London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the grime 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Warsaw,
Marine Girls,
Harmonia,
Anthony Braxton,
E-Dancer,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Groovy Waters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tubeway Army,
Joe Smooth,
Basic Channel,
CMW,
Los Fastidios,
The New Christs,
Jacob Miller,
Jeff Lynne,
The Seeds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tres Demented,
The Remains,
Supertramp,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Derrick May,
Erykah Badu,
Agitation Free,
The Victims,
Organ,
Alice Coltrane,
Hoover,
Black Sheep,
Boz Scaggs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Slits,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DJ Sneak,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Monks,
Idris Muhammad,
Michelle Simonal,
Scratch Acid,
Nick Fraelich,
The Skatalites,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stetsasonic,
Cymande,
Fugazi,
Graham Central Station,
Maleditus Sound,
Bad Manners,
Suicide,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nik Kershaw,
Swans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kas Product,
The Moody Blues,
Index,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stiv Bators,
The Human League,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.