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 Andorra and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Donald Fagen 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 Bar-Kays to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
The New Christs,
The Moody Blues,
Grauzone,
Flipper,
Angry Samoans,
Ituana,
Delon & Dalcan,
The United States of America,
Yellowson,
the Bar-Kays,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Invisible,
Leonard Cohen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Suburban Knight,
Crash Course in Science,
Todd Terry,
Tres Demented,
Ponytail,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Frankie Knuckles,
Josef K,
The Motions,
Jerry's Kids,
Jimmy McGriff,
Albert Ayler,
Ronan,
Prince Buster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Henry Cow,
Soul II Soul,
Altered Images,
Procol Harum,
The Fugs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Moon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sonic Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deakin,
DJ Sneak,
The Residents,
The Black Dice,
Juan Atkins,
Pierre Henry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Sherman,
Negative Approach,
Harry Pussy,
Eden Ahbez,
Alison Limerick,
Liliput,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.