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 Algeria and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 Rites of Spring to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arab on Radar,
UT,
Fad Gadget,
The Skatalites,
Hasil Adkins,
X-102,
Crash Course in Science,
Youth Brigade,
Intrusion,
Black Moon,
Patti Smith,
48th St. Collective,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Red Krayola,
Thee Headcoats,
Pierre Henry,
Basic Channel,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stiv Bators,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Niagra,
Sparks,
Bluetip,
Quando Quango,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fluxion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Interpol,
Black Flag,
The Slackers,
Yusef Lateef,
The Dead C,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Excepter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Swell Maps,
The Pop Group,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kool Moe Dee,
Desert Stars,
R.M.O.,
Faust,
The Buckinghams,
The Happenings,
Warren Ellis,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Five Americans,
DJ Sneak,
Zapp,
The Evens,
Steve Hackett,
Jeff Mills,
The Fugs,
Brand Nubian,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.