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 Yemen and from London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Pharoah Sanders to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Interpol,
Deepchord,
Fat Boys,
Joy Division,
Fatback Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wire,
Black Flag,
The Dave Clark Five,
Porter Ricks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Howard Jones,
Suicide,
Gong,
The Five Americans,
Brothers Johnson,
Agent Orange,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jerry's Kids,
Camberwell Now,
Franke,
Ash Ra Tempel,
David Axelrod,
Wasted Youth,
June of 44,
Jeru the Damaja,
R.M.O.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Los Fastidios,
The Tremeloes,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Evens,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marine Girls,
The Trojans,
Cameo,
a-ha,
Mark Hollis,
Jeff Mills,
Hot Snakes,
Gang of Four,
Roger Hodgson,
Stereo Dub,
Laurel Aitken,
the Sonics,
Nico,
Television Personalities,
The Saints,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Robert Görl,
Wally Richardson,
Dead Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Half Japanese,
Negative Approach,
Isaac Hayes,
Aloha Tigers,
Circle Jerks,
Moebius,
Q and Not U,
The Index,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.