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 Russia and from Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Black Flag to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Royal Trux,
Gang Green,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Motions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Spandau Ballet,
Lindisfarne,
Malaria!,
These Immortal Souls,
Anthony Braxton,
Sixth Finger,
June Days,
Derrick May,
EPMD,
Nik Kershaw,
Sonic Youth,
Bauhaus,
The Star Department,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moby Grape,
Popol Vuh,
Roy Ayers,
Blancmange,
Thompson Twins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eve St. Jones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mark Hollis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amazonics,
Kayak,
Funkadelic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Blues Magoos,
The Trojans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ken Boothe,
Can,
Scion,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Moon,
Althea and Donna,
The Doors,
Lucky Dragons,
Crooked Eye,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Youth Brigade,
Scratch Acid,
Public Image Ltd.,
Excepter,
Siglo XX,
The Dirtbombs,
Hoover,
Faraquet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Boz Scaggs,
Rotary Connection,
CMW,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.