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 Congo and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Robert Hood to the grunge 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pantytec,
Y Pants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
E-Dancer,
Kerri Chandler,
Laurel Aitken,
ABC,
Lucky Dragons,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Byrd,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Young Marble Giants,
Man Parrish,
Maurizio,
Lou Reed,
Kenny Larkin,
Q65,
The Skatalites,
The Five Americans,
Hoover,
Bronski Beat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fatback Band,
the Soft Cell,
Roxette,
Interpol,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
David McCallum,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Association,
Organ,
Subhumans,
Letta Mbulu,
The Monochrome Set,
Danielle Patucci,
Alice Coltrane,
Swans,
The Fugs,
June of 44,
Roger Hodgson,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Womack,
The Vogues,
X-101,
The Tremeloes,
Harmonia,
Bluetip,
Los Fastidios,
Nirvana,
Deadbeat,
Marvin Gaye,
Roy Ayers,
Shoche,
Hardrive,
Grey Daturas,
Gong,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.