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 Croatia and from New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Blake Baxter to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Model 500,
Vainqueur,
Infiniti,
Throbbing Gristle,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lucky Dragons,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Christie,
Skarface,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Last Poets,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arab on Radar,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Grass Roots,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Y Pants,
H. Thieme,
Jawbox,
Buzzcocks,
Marine Girls,
Marmalade,
Kayak,
Mark Hollis,
Iggy Pop,
Ohio Players,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cure,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harmonia,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sällskapet,
Procol Harum,
Animal Collective,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gichy Dan,
Deadbeat,
The Beau Brummels,
Bluetip,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wasted Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amazonics,
Kas Product,
Audionom,
Flipper,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soul II Soul,
June of 44,
Bronski Beat,
Carl Craig,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultra Naté,
Soul Sonic Force,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.