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 Haiti and from London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Amazonics 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
MC5,
Wire,
One Last Wish,
Excepter,
Young Marble Giants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sarah Menescal,
Aural Exciters,
OOIOO,
Ronnie Foster,
Matthew Bourne,
The Evens,
Hardrive,
Au Pairs,
Eric Copeland,
Interpol,
Metal Thangz,
Mark Hollis,
Moby Grape,
The Electric Prunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aswad,
Fear,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Public Enemy,
Joensuu 1685,
Tres Demented,
The Last Poets,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
This Heat,
Robert Görl,
Heaven 17,
The Young Rascals,
Bob Dylan,
Suburban Knight,
Reagan Youth,
X-102,
Organ,
The Blackbyrds,
Mandrill,
Wasted Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
These Immortal Souls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fad Gadget,
The Star Department,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Womack,
Bill Near,
New Order,
Marc Almond,
Man Parrish,
B.T. Express,
The Human League,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.