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 Mali and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar 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 The Blackbyrds to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Brass Construction,
Cluster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hoover,
Sixth Finger,
Suburban Knight,
Dark Day,
Connie Case,
Fear,
the Fania All-Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
Deepchord,
Funky Four + One,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Robert Görl,
June Days,
L. Decosne,
Loose Ends,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Isaac Hayes,
Livin' Joy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Motorama,
Simply Red,
the Association,
Lower 48,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sugar Minott,
Tommy Roe,
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Surgeon,
Scrapy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Chrome,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Germs,
Guru Guru,
UT,
Lalann,
Rekid,
The Cramps,
The American Breed,
Ludus,
Ponytail,
Bobby Byrd,
Sarah Menescal,
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott Heron,
Al Stewart,
Technova,
Spandau Ballet,
Donald Byrd,
James White and The Blacks,
Dawn Penn,
David Axelrod,
The Victims,
The Skatalites,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.