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 Guyana and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Pole,
Pantytec,
Easy Going,
Grauzone,
kango's stein massive,
Franke,
Young Marble Giants,
The Last Poets,
Scion,
Marine Girls,
Neu!,
Newcleus,
Quantec,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Public Enemy,
Robert Wyatt,
Sparks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Motions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alison Limerick,
Erasure,
Lower 48,
Icehouse,
The Fortunes,
Eddi Front,
Rekid,
Zapp,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arcadia,
Cluster,
Simply Red,
Slick Rick,
D'Angelo,
Charles Mingus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crooked Eye,
Deepchord,
Al Stewart,
48th St. Collective,
Section 25,
Skaos,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fela Kuti,
Stiv Bators,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Erykah Badu,
Ronnie Foster,
Archie Shepp,
In Retrospect,
Aloha Tigers,
Jandek,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Human League,
Minny Pops,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Colin Newman,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.