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 Thailand and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rotary Connection to the jazz 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Unrelated Segments,
Sun City Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camouflage,
Circle Jerks,
The Fire Engines,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Das Ding,
Young Marble Giants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Star Department,
Japan,
Trumans Water,
The Music Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Moon,
Warsaw,
Bobby Womack,
Parry Music,
X-101,
Little Man,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cluster,
Stiv Bators,
Groovy Waters,
B.T. Express,
Oneida,
Pussy Galore,
Amon Düül,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Neil Young,
June Days,
Aloha Tigers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Electric Prunes,
ABC,
Massinfluence,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bill Near,
The Angels of Light,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pere Ubu,
Oblivians,
Flipper,
Cameo,
Alice Coltrane,
The American Breed,
The Gories,
The Trojans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kas Product,
T. Rex,
The Index,
Hasil Adkins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.