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 Guatemala and from Manchester.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Ponytail to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Joy Division,
The Birthday Party,
Bob Dylan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sound,
Monks,
Scion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Neon Judgement,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dennis Brown,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gun Club,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Hutcherson,
T.S.O.L.,
Mr. Review,
Marc Almond,
Henry Cow,
Judy Mowatt,
Joensuu 1685,
F. McDonald,
Nils Olav,
Sex Pistols,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lower 48,
Donald Byrd,
Whodini,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Derrick Morgan,
Minnie Riperton,
Excepter,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Pus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Massinfluence,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eden Ahbez,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Last Poets,
The Mojo Men,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Patti Smith,
Nick Fraelich,
The Evens,
John Lydon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Buzzcocks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roger Hodgson,
Spoonie Gee,
Rosa Yemen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hoover,
Bauhaus,
The Mummies,
Ludus,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.