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 Panama and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Morten Harket to the grime 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Hot Snakes,
Matthew Halsall,
Barbara Tucker,
Audionom,
Eric B and Rakim,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythm & Sound,
FM Einheit,
The Remains,
Frankie Knuckles,
Shuggie Otis,
Unrelated Segments,
The Durutti Column,
10cc,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oneida,
Panda Bear,
Slick Rick,
Throbbing Gristle,
a-ha,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tres Demented,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Prince Buster,
Subhumans,
Spoonie Gee,
Pole,
Rites of Spring,
Popol Vuh,
Fugazi,
Scrapy,
Andrew Hill,
The Selecter,
Idris Muhammad,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Holt,
cv313,
Scratch Acid,
Howard Jones,
Crooked Eye,
The Velvet Underground,
Skriet,
Pierre Henry,
Aural Exciters,
Grauzone,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Youth Brigade,
The Fugs,
Faust,
In Retrospect,
Alton Ellis,
Johnny Clarke,
Kool Moe Dee,
China Crisis,
Depeche Mode,
Talk Talk,
Peter and Kerry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.