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 Bangladesh and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Lou Reed 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 Talk Talk to the grunge 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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
The Smoke,
The Birthday Party,
Dawn Penn,
Stereo Dub,
Colin Newman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Max Romeo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Angry Samoans,
Animal Collective,
Nirvana,
T.S.O.L.,
The Smiths,
Agent Orange,
Kool Moe Dee,
Zapp,
Brass Construction,
Inner City,
Urselle,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deakin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Maurizio,
Drexciya,
ABC,
Crooked Eye,
Pantytec,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Byrd,
Half Japanese,
Dead Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sight & Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arab on Radar,
Dennis Brown,
The New Christs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soft Cell,
Eric Copeland,
La Düsseldorf,
Letta Mbulu,
Lightning Bolt,
The Litter,
Mr. Review,
Juan Atkins,
the Human League,
Pere Ubu,
Swell Maps,
The Dead C,
The Doors,
Roxette,
Derrick May,
Bush Tetras,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Smog,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.