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 Albania and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
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 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 Captain Beefheart 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 The Barracudas to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Fela Kuti,
Angry Samoans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Drexciya,
Saccharine Trust,
Jimmy McGriff,
Los Fastidios,
Duran Duran,
Young Marble Giants,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sound Behaviour,
Barclay James Harvest,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sixth Finger,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Parry Music,
Lungfish,
Television Personalities,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jacob Miller,
a-ha,
Bobby Sherman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radiohead,
The Slits,
Don Cherry,
The Mummies,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tres Demented,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joe Finger,
Jeff Mills,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fugs,
Crooked Eye,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skarface,
A Certain Ratio,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Lydon,
Althea and Donna,
Scientists,
Hardrive,
The Black Dice,
Circle Jerks,
Minor Threat,
The Smoke,
Flash Fearless,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Beau Brummels,
The Kinks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marcia Griffiths,
Maleditus Sound,
New Age Steppers,
The Move,
Jawbox,
The Buckinghams,
The Velvet Underground,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.