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 Georgia and from Tokyo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Blancmange to the crunk 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Joe Smooth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Spoonie Gee,
Quadrant,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Toasters,
Bang On A Can,
Deepchord,
Danielle Patucci,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Agent Orange,
Max Romeo,
Mr. Review,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Buckinghams,
The Fortunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fugs,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fire Engines,
48th St. Collective,
Von Mondo,
John Cale,
Marvin Gaye,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aaron Thompson,
David McCallum,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ponytail,
The Black Dice,
The Gladiators,
Organ,
Cybotron,
Barry Ungar,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mars,
Swans,
Quando Quango,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Soft Cell,
Marc Almond,
Lungfish,
Spandau Ballet,
Freddie Wadling,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Outsiders,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fuzztones,
Goldenarms,
PIL,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kurtis Blow,
Monolake,
Brothers Johnson,
Scion,
Toni Rubio,
Neu!,
Mad Mike,
The Trojans,
New Age Steppers,
Flipper,
Shuggie Otis,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.