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 Libya and from London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South 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 Franke to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Jerry's Kids,
The Searchers,
The Saints,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
FM Einheit,
Clear Light,
Tom Boy,
Lower 48,
Sonic Youth,
Mark Hollis,
Silicon Teens,
the Germs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pantaleimon,
Adolescents,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Electric Prunes,
Index,
China Crisis,
Eli Mardock,
Sight & Sound,
Ohio Players,
Agitation Free,
Ice-T,
Neu!,
Nico,
Fatback Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hardrive,
The Toasters,
The Happenings,
Barrington Levy,
Zapp,
Crash Course in Science,
Lungfish,
Pulsallama,
Yaz,
Niagra,
KRS-One,
Ronnie Foster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dual Sessions,
Loose Ends,
Hot Snakes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cluster,
a-ha,
cv313,
Scrapy,
Connie Case,
LL Cool J,
Bauhaus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bronski Beat,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare,
The Moleskins,
Harry Pussy,
Flipper,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.