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 Mauritania and from Paris.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
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 sitar 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 Idris Muhammad to the electroclash 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Chrome,
Dead Boys,
Pole,
Organ,
R.M.O.,
Saccharine Trust,
Swans,
Lalann,
Dorothy Ashby,
Inner City,
Quadrant,
John Cale,
Tim Buckley,
Black Flag,
Michelle Simonal,
Nick Fraelich,
The Misunderstood,
Tom Boy,
Y Pants,
Ken Boothe,
Kevin Saunderson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Last Poets,
The Happenings,
Lakeside,
Yusef Lateef,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Wyatt,
The Invisible,
Joe Finger,
Nico,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
PIL,
This Heat,
Janne Schatter,
Kurtis Blow,
Wings,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Velvet Underground,
Joensuu 1685,
Oneida,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Japan,
Vladislav Delay,
The Motions,
Max Romeo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
One Last Wish,
Cymande,
Nas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aloha Tigers,
Bush Tetras,
The New Christs,
Mars,
The Music Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Agent Orange,
The Index,
the Normal,
The Fuzztones,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.