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 Italy and from Salvador.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bob Dylan to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Jacob Miller,
The Associates,
Mars,
Ultra Naté,
LL Cool J,
The Last Poets,
Y Pants,
Stereo Dub,
Trumans Water,
Kaleidoscope,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rakim,
Kurtis Blow,
The Searchers,
Audionom,
Rod Modell,
Q and Not U,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Faust,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lakeside,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fugs,
JFA,
The Golliwogs,
Scion,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Normal,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sixth Finger,
Crime,
The Dirtbombs,
Fela Kuti,
Skriet,
Barrington Levy,
Ronan,
The United States of America,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gun Club,
the Association,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Slits,
Soulsonic Force,
Beasts of Bourbon,
OOIOO,
The Kinks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Young Marble Giants,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bill Wells,
8 Eyed Spy,
U.S. Maple,
The Cowsills,
The Pop Group,
Vladislav Delay,
World's Most,
The Gap Band,
AZ,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.