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 Mexico and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Robert Wyatt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Parry Music,
Soul II Soul,
The Sonics,
The Litter,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camouflage,
Metal Thangz,
Soft Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Toni Rubio,
Roxette,
Marc Almond,
Public Enemy,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
The Grass Roots,
Amon Düül,
Khruangbin,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wolf Eyes,
Massinfluence,
Interpol,
Roy Ayers,
The Techniques,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gun Club,
Pantytec,
Model 500,
Zapp,
China Crisis,
Aaron Thompson,
Kenny Larkin,
Mr. Review,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Andrew Hill,
The Golliwogs,
Lucky Dragons,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tom Boy,
Aural Exciters,
Grauzone,
Mantronix,
D'Angelo,
Chrome,
Lee Hazlewood,
David Axelrod,
Absolute Body Control,
Ken Boothe,
Intrusion,
Urselle,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.