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 Sierra Leone and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 Lindisfarne to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Jimmy McGriff,
Todd Terry,
Ponytail,
Janne Schatter,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Smiths,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kerri Chandler,
Little Man,
The Stooges,
Q and Not U,
Deakin,
Hoover,
Tomorrow,
Marmalade,
Camouflage,
Desert Stars,
Aswad,
Chris Corsano,
Lungfish,
Kaleidoscope,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alphaville,
Metal Thangz,
Fela Kuti,
Qualms,
The Names,
June of 44,
Sugar Minott,
Thee Headcoats,
D'Angelo,
Soul II Soul,
Oneida,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Youth Brigade,
the Human League,
Pantaleimon,
The Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers,
David McCallum,
Magma,
Moby Grape,
Alice Coltrane,
F. McDonald,
Junior Murvin,
The Modern Lovers,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Flesh Eaters,
Shoche,
Model 500,
Suicide,
Sun Ra,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fuzztones,
The Birthday Party,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eli Mardock,
Easy Going,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.