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 Romania and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bobby Sherman to the grime 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Cybotron,
Morten Harket,
Crispy Ambulance,
Section 25,
The Remains,
The Durutti Column,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kas Product,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
UT,
Kenny Larkin,
Shoche,
Donny Hathaway,
Maurizio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eddi Front,
Procol Harum,
The Velvet Underground,
Nils Olav,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Oneida,
the Bar-Kays,
Mr. Review,
The Mummies,
Agitation Free,
the Swans,
Cal Tjader,
Joe Smooth,
The Birthday Party,
John Holt,
The Human League,
Fear,
The Gap Band,
Yellowson,
Swell Maps,
Marvin Gaye,
Eurythmics,
Pere Ubu,
Outsiders,
Magazine,
Crime,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Leaves,
Sugar Minott,
The Walker Brothers,
Piero Umiliani,
Malaria!,
Pet Shop Boys,
Liliput,
Prince Buster,
Boredoms,
Roger Hodgson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lee Hazlewood,
Man Parrish,
Quantec,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gabor Szabo,
ABBA,
Leonard Cohen,
The Names,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.