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 Maldives and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Television Personalities to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
David Axelrod,
Parry Music,
The Evens,
Avey Tare,
Bang On A Can,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Vogues,
The Associates,
Tommy Roe,
Eric B and Rakim,
Underground Resistance,
Eve St. Jones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
In Retrospect,
Can,
K-Klass,
Masters at Work,
Henry Cow,
Robert Hood,
The Smiths,
Jacob Miller,
Wire,
Brick,
Flash Fearless,
Marine Girls,
Fela Kuti,
Yazoo,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Kinks,
Panda Bear,
Amon Düül II,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Womack,
Skriet,
Delon & Dalcan,
a-ha,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ronnie Foster,
Excepter,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter & Gordon,
Lungfish,
Das Ding,
Mo-Dettes,
Subhumans,
Groovy Waters,
Howard Jones,
Bush Tetras,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Massinfluence,
Thee Headcoats,
Half Japanese,
Iggy Pop,
Morten Harket,
Newcleus,
Negative Approach,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Shuggie Otis,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.