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 Cameroon and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Lou Reed 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 Public Enemy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quando Quango,
Scratch Acid,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crash Course in Science,
Tom Boy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Donny Hathaway,
Derrick May,
Colin Newman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Kinks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Joe Smooth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Theoretical Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Circle Jerks,
Dawn Penn,
Swell Maps,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Selecter,
Technova,
Visage,
Radio Birdman,
Neil Young,
John Coltrane,
Rites of Spring,
Zapp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New York Dolls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roxette,
Glambeats Corp.,
AZ,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fugazi,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Malaria!,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deepchord,
David Bowie,
Young Marble Giants,
Desert Stars,
Warren Ellis,
Slick Rick,
Laurel Aitken,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chrome,
The Fall,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Absolute Body Control,
Davy DMX,
Robert Hood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lalann,
Jawbox,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.