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 Tonga and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Piero Umiliani to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Organ,
Morten Harket,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Sonics,
Ohio Players,
Minnie Riperton,
Hashim,
Black Pus,
Fugazi,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scan 7,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brick,
Archie Shepp,
Black Sheep,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joy Division,
Subhumans,
Skarface,
Roy Ayers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lebanon Hanover,
E-Dancer,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Real Kids,
Man Eating Sloth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Colin Newman,
Goldenarms,
The Black Dice,
Model 500,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cluster,
New Order,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
10cc,
Blossom Toes,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Doors,
Negative Approach,
Spandau Ballet,
Buzzcocks,
Sound Behaviour,
Glambeats Corp.,
Albert Ayler,
Neil Young,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Sherman,
Stiv Bators,
Blake Baxter,
Joensuu 1685,
Rod Modell,
Tom Boy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mantronix,
X-Ray Spex,
The Music Machine,
Fela Kuti,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.