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 Norway and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joe Smooth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Au Pairs,
Howard Jones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sarah Menescal,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Young Marble Giants,
The Victims,
The Seeds,
Thee Headcoats,
Fluxion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bronski Beat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cramps,
Anakelly,
Darondo,
The Selecter,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Pretty Things,
The Litter,
Joy Division,
Jacob Miller,
OOIOO,
Amon Düül,
One Last Wish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roxy Music,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Wake,
R.M.O.,
Model 500,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric Dolphy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Don Cherry,
Fatback Band,
Funkadelic,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pet Shop Boys,
Excepter,
The Cowsills,
Avey Tare,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Monolake,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stetsasonic,
Electric Prunes,
Crime,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Star Department,
Funky Four + One,
Slick Rick,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.