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 Cape Verde and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scratch Acid to the rock 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Andrew Hill,
Jeru the Damaja,
New Order,
Arcadia,
Pulsallama,
Ken Boothe,
a-ha,
Symarip,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Names,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kayak,
Absolute Body Control,
Au Pairs,
L. Decosne,
Television Personalities,
Maleditus Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Lalann,
Lakeside,
Traffic Nightmare,
Technova,
Dead Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barry Ungar,
Marvin Gaye,
Pole,
Piero Umiliani,
Matthew Halsall,
Panda Bear,
Schoolly D,
Bill Near,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fad Gadget,
Wire,
The Smoke,
Dorothy Ashby,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camouflage,
The Real Kids,
Royal Trux,
Wolf Eyes,
the Swans,
Depeche Mode,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joe Finger,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rakim,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sound,
DJ Style,
Harmonia,
The Mummies,
Fluxion,
The Black Dice,
Erasure,
Motorama,
Pagans,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.