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 Madagascar and from Mexico City.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 A Certain Ratio to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Lucky Dragons,
Alison Limerick,
Rekid,
Lower 48,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cybotron,
Lalann,
The Slackers,
Bill Near,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultravox,
Radiohead,
Chris & Cosey,
The Residents,
Malaria!,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Real Kids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
James White and The Blacks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Howard Jones,
Scion,
Basic Channel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deakin,
OOIOO,
the Germs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lakeside,
Can,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kurtis Blow,
Ponytail,
Mad Mike,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hardrive,
Grauzone,
Joey Negro,
Joe Smooth,
Masters at Work,
Rod Modell,
Royal Trux,
The Birthday Party,
Bush Tetras,
Fatback Band,
The Cramps,
Sun Ra,
Sex Pistols,
Gang Green,
Minutemen,
Franke,
Juan Atkins,
Dennis Brown,
The Names,
cv313,
Inner City,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.