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 Cyprus and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 Fugazi to the punk 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Junior Murvin,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moby Grape,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Matthew Halsall,
Eli Mardock,
Skriet,
Heaven 17,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cure,
The Martian,
Stereo Dub,
Todd Rundgren,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Green,
Qualms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jawbox,
The Index,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Faraquet,
Japan,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Seeds,
The Vogues,
Howard Jones,
Clear Light,
OOIOO,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pylon,
Simply Red,
Minny Pops,
Tommy Roe,
Dead Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Skatalites,
Ossler,
Talk Talk,
Wally Richardson,
Panda Bear,
Aural Exciters,
Soft Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Happenings,
H. Thieme,
Bill Wells,
DJ Style,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cal Tjader,
Wasted Youth,
Lalann,
Trumans Water,
Boz Scaggs,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.