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 Spain and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rapeman to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Charles Mingus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Remains,
The Music Machine,
Babytalk,
Malaria!,
Zero Boys,
The Stooges,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Grass Roots,
Joyce Sims,
Blossom Toes,
Grandmaster Flash,
David McCallum,
Panda Bear,
The American Breed,
Sun Ra,
Kaleidoscope,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bill Near,
Aswad,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Amon Düül,
Bang On A Can,
ABBA,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Goldenarms,
U.S. Maple,
The Cure,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brand Nubian,
Black Pus,
Crash Course in Science,
a-ha,
X-102,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Model 500,
Guru Guru,
Groovy Waters,
The Vogues,
MDC,
Liliput,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Young Rascals,
Marcia Griffiths,
UT,
Nick Fraelich,
The Techniques,
Basic Channel,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.