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 Bahamas and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Marcia Griffiths to the techno 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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Essential Logic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Reuben Wilson,
China Crisis,
Todd Rundgren,
Gastr Del Sol,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Divine Comedy,
Shoche,
Morten Harket,
The Count Five,
Outsiders,
F. McDonald,
AZ,
Quando Quango,
Sly & The Family Stone,
June of 44,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Das Ding,
The Gladiators,
Boredoms,
Mad Mike,
Mars,
Chrome,
Thee Headcoats,
A Certain Ratio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Smiths,
Soulsonic Force,
John Coltrane,
Cal Tjader,
Sun City Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Maurizio,
Michelle Simonal,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kaleidoscope,
Delon & Dalcan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Panda Bear,
Brand Nubian,
Desert Stars,
Swell Maps,
The Misunderstood,
Kayak,
Minutemen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Big Daddy Kane,
kango's stein massive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DJ Style,
Amazonics,
Wire,
The Dirtbombs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hasil Adkins,
Second Layer,
Gang Green,
X-Ray Spex,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.