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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Lou Christie 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Aswad,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gladiators,
Zero Boys,
FM Einheit,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Black Dice,
The Five Americans,
L. Decosne,
Unrelated Segments,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Hood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Neon Judgement,
The Martian,
Arab on Radar,
Faust,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dave Gahan,
Steve Hackett,
Radio Birdman,
UT,
Susan Cadogan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yazoo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dawn Penn,
Lee Hazlewood,
Donald Byrd,
Masters at Work,
kango's stein massive,
The Barracudas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Youth Brigade,
The Star Department,
Danielle Patucci,
Tim Buckley,
Althea and Donna,
The Vogues,
Ken Boothe,
Mad Mike,
Rosa Yemen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Maleditus Sound,
Sun City Girls,
JFA,
E-Dancer,
X-102,
Bluetip,
Marvin Gaye,
The Happenings,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harmonia,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mojo Men,
Sam Rivers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.