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 Tunisia and from Halifax.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Camouflage to the techno 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
A Certain Ratio,
Patti Smith,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric Dolphy,
Aswad,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Visage,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pantytec,
The Skatalites,
Susan Cadogan,
X-101,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Matthew Halsall,
D'Angelo,
Nas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Procol Harum,
48th St. Collective,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flipper,
Pere Ubu,
Cal Tjader,
James White and The Blacks,
The Real Kids,
PIL,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Junior Murvin,
Joensuu 1685,
Soft Machine,
LL Cool J,
Stetsasonic,
The Moody Blues,
In Retrospect,
Severed Heads,
Cheater Slicks,
Pantaleimon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Andrew Hill,
This Heat,
The Busters,
Tommy Roe,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camberwell Now,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Residents,
The Five Americans,
The Victims,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soulsonic Force,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Monks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stereo Dub,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.