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 Papua New Guinea and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Camberwell Now to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Q65,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sonic Youth,
Tubeway Army,
Gichy Dan,
The Pop Group,
Buzzcocks,
Pierre Henry,
Radiohead,
Angry Samoans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skarface,
Blossom Toes,
Ken Boothe,
Archie Shepp,
Quando Quango,
Saccharine Trust,
Todd Terry,
The Mummies,
PIL,
Half Japanese,
Altered Images,
Blancmange,
The Electric Prunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aloha Tigers,
Joy Division,
The Standells,
Althea and Donna,
T. Rex,
Darondo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Dead C,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amon Düül II,
Brass Construction,
Unwound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boredoms,
The Neon Judgement,
Godley & Creme,
Carl Craig,
Animal Collective,
Graham Central Station,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pulsallama,
10cc,
Pantaleimon,
Massinfluence,
Harry Pussy,
Au Pairs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Tremeloes,
Heaven 17,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Swell Maps,
Fluxion,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Motorama,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.