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 Russia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Beau Brummels to the punk 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Bauhaus,
X-Ray Spex,
Boredoms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amon Düül,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cure,
Darondo,
New York Dolls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Byron Stingily,
the Sonics,
The Fire Engines,
Procol Harum,
The Monochrome Set,
Jawbox,
Monolake,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Foxx,
DNA,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Trojans,
Faraquet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Interpol,
The Star Department,
Q65,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yellowson,
The Skatalites,
Unrelated Segments,
Supertramp,
Nils Olav,
Pantaleimon,
Joy Division,
Godley & Creme,
Soft Cell,
Panda Bear,
48th St. Collective,
B.T. Express,
Quando Quango,
Negative Approach,
Sixth Finger,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cybotron,
Fat Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Massinfluence,
Malaria!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Germs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Siglo XX,
Icehouse,
Banda Bassotti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sarah Menescal,
Electric Prunes,
L. Decosne,
Aswad,
Moby Grape,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.