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 Grenada and from Tokyo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Lou Reed 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 Chrome to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Average White Band,
Hot Snakes,
Scott Walker,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DJ Sneak,
Gregory Isaacs,
R.M.O.,
Mo-Dettes,
David Axelrod,
Buzzcocks,
Lindisfarne,
Pagans,
The Sonics,
Ken Boothe,
Motorama,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeff Lynne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sam Rivers,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Count Five,
Essential Logic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Erykah Badu,
David McCallum,
The Smiths,
The Leaves,
kango's stein massive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joe Smooth,
The Vogues,
Darondo,
Camouflage,
Freddie Wadling,
Cymande,
Carl Craig,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wolf Eyes,
Warsaw,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hasil Adkins,
Terry Callier,
Hashim,
Unrelated Segments,
Electric Prunes,
the Swans,
Barrington Levy,
Circle Jerks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Massinfluence,
Josef K,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bauhaus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bronski Beat,
Soft Cell,
Hoover,
Mantronix,
New York Dolls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.