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 Papua New Guinea and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Fela Kuti to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cameo,
48th St. Collective,
The Last Poets,
Severed Heads,
Tropical Tobacco,
Vladislav Delay,
The Leaves,
This Heat,
The Blackbyrds,
Andrew Hill,
Rekid,
Rotary Connection,
Lindisfarne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stereo Dub,
China Crisis,
These Immortal Souls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Iggy Pop,
Slave,
Morten Harket,
The Evens,
Symarip,
Traffic Nightmare,
Donny Hathaway,
Tom Boy,
Mo-Dettes,
Half Japanese,
Popol Vuh,
Con Funk Shun,
Angry Samoans,
The Doors,
Archie Shepp,
Lalann,
Cecil Taylor,
Dave Gahan,
Intrusion,
Marc Almond,
Joy Division,
Lakeside,
Robert Görl,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eric Dolphy,
Chrome,
Schoolly D,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-101,
Arab on Radar,
The J.B.'s,
Funkadelic,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fear,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
T.S.O.L.,
The Blues Magoos,
Agent Orange,
Cybotron,
The Motions,
Icehouse,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.