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 Benin and from Cairo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 The Black Dice to the techno 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Connie Case,
Roxette,
Banda Bassotti,
A Certain Ratio,
Monolake,
R.M.O.,
Yusef Lateef,
Eric Dolphy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sarah Menescal,
Public Image Ltd.,
Visage,
Make Up,
Kas Product,
Deakin,
Sex Pistols,
Oneida,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Womack,
The Slackers,
Fad Gadget,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Moleskins,
10cc,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Germs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Matthew Halsall,
ABBA,
the Soft Cell,
Suicide,
Audionom,
Howard Jones,
The Human League,
Jerry's Kids,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terry Callier,
Skriet,
Boredoms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Standells,
Glenn Branca,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scan 7,
The Walker Brothers,
ABC,
MC5,
The Durutti Column,
Don Cherry,
The Slits,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Peter & Gordon,
Juan Atkins,
Swell Maps,
Davy DMX,
Byron Stingily,
The Mojo Men,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.