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 Finland and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare 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 Grandmaster Flash to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Reuben Wilson,
The Litter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Seeds,
Archie Shepp,
Agitation Free,
Judy Mowatt,
Crash Course in Science,
Parry Music,
Brand Nubian,
The Raincoats,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lakeside,
The Young Rascals,
The Selecter,
Heaven 17,
Fat Boys,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Johnny Osbourne,
Guru Guru,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Mummies,
Joe Finger,
Thompson Twins,
Lindisfarne,
Tim Buckley,
Hot Snakes,
Hoover,
The Knickerbockers,
Fad Gadget,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gabor Szabo,
Suburban Knight,
Isaac Hayes,
Monolake,
JFA,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Simply Red,
Pylon,
Absolute Body Control,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Trojans,
CMW,
The Angels of Light,
The Blues Magoos,
8 Eyed Spy,
Khruangbin,
Eddi Front,
The Moleskins,
Country Teasers,
The Fuzztones,
Outsiders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Faraquet,
Subhumans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.