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 Suriname and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Beau Brummels to the rock 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kaleidoscope,
L. Decosne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sister Nancy,
Can,
Ludus,
Brick,
Hashim,
the Human League,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Foxx,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eve St. Jones,
Public Enemy,
Interpol,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Smog,
JFA,
KRS-One,
Lower 48,
The Smoke,
Bad Manners,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skriet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Suburban Knight,
Deepchord,
Funkadelic,
Quadrant,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yellowson,
The New Christs,
Dennis Brown,
Mark Hollis,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moby Grape,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brothers Johnson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-Ray Spex,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bill Wells,
the Soft Cell,
Lucky Dragons,
Connie Case,
cv313,
Gichy Dan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lindisfarne,
Tom Boy,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fire Engines,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy Collins,
Guru Guru,
Joey Negro,
Severed Heads,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.