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 Morocco and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
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 snare 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 The Remains to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Alice Coltrane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grey Daturas,
The Sonics,
The Durutti Column,
10cc,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joe Smooth,
The Trojans,
Sister Nancy,
Liliput,
Cameo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nirvana,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bauhaus,
Popol Vuh,
Jacques Brel,
The Litter,
Bobby Womack,
Kayak,
One Last Wish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thompson Twins,
the Soft Cell,
Peter and Kerry,
the Association,
Moby Grape,
Royal Trux,
Grauzone,
Sun City Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
The American Breed,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fat Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
Blancmange,
Motorama,
Mantronix,
Erasure,
Yellowson,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Funkadelic,
The Pretty Things,
The Velvet Underground,
Alphaville,
Susan Cadogan,
Marmalade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joy Division,
Black Flag,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fugs,
Harry Pussy,
The Skatalites,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.