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 Djibouti and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fela Kuti to the funk 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Toni Rubio,
Mary Jane Girls,
Heaven 17,
the Germs,
Eric Copeland,
A Certain Ratio,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Monks,
Bush Tetras,
Jawbox,
The Shadows of Knight,
Isaac Hayes,
Q65,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Connie Case,
Spoonie Gee,
Matthew Halsall,
Barbara Tucker,
Boz Scaggs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dead C,
Das Ding,
Pussy Galore,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Blackbyrds,
Sound Behaviour,
Max Romeo,
Monks,
Echospace,
Marc Almond,
Technova,
Pierre Henry,
MC5,
The Cure,
New Age Steppers,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Zeros,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Whodini,
The Mummies,
Mark Hollis,
Lightning Bolt,
Surgeon,
Swell Maps,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Underground Resistance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Don Cherry,
The Real Kids,
The Searchers,
The Sound,
DJ Sneak,
Siglo XX,
Lyres,
Jeff Mills,
the Sonics,
Malaria!,
The Angels of Light,
Soft Cell,
Lower 48,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.