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 Tanzania and from Bologna.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 One Last Wish to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway 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?
The Pop Group,
Judy Mowatt,
Boredoms,
DJ Sneak,
Sandy B,
Grauzone,
The Mojo Men,
the Swans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mantronix,
Hot Snakes,
Altered Images,
Qualms,
Slick Rick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Count Five,
Pere Ubu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Smiths,
Country Teasers,
Stiv Bators,
Arab on Radar,
New Age Steppers,
Letta Mbulu,
The Blackbyrds,
Harry Pussy,
KRS-One,
Angry Samoans,
Pulsallama,
Scott Walker,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Stooges,
Simply Red,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Womack,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lalann,
Model 500,
Dual Sessions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Al Stewart,
Rekid,
Second Layer,
Alton Ellis,
Rotary Connection,
New York Dolls,
Talk Talk,
Crime,
Pussy Galore,
Reuben Wilson,
Ludus,
Surgeon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Lydon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Half Japanese,
Harmonia,
Agent Orange,
Janne Schatter,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.