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 Armenia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Terry Callier to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Eric Copeland,
Spoonie Gee,
Goldenarms,
Patti Smith,
Gastr Del Sol,
Subhumans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Birthday Party,
Gong,
Rapeman,
Josef K,
The Blackbyrds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Moebius,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Magma,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fire Engines,
Gregory Isaacs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nick Fraelich,
DNA,
Morten Harket,
Toni Rubio,
Ultra Naté,
Swell Maps,
Henry Cow,
Danielle Patucci,
Barclay James Harvest,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
A Certain Ratio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Drexciya,
Man Parrish,
June Days,
The Gap Band,
the Slits,
The Black Dice,
Desert Stars,
T. Rex,
Todd Rundgren,
Camberwell Now,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sex Pistols,
Public Enemy,
Terry Callier,
Black Bananas,
Sarah Menescal,
Sight & Sound,
Surgeon,
Brick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Searchers,
The Names,
Marine Girls,
MC5,
Ronnie Foster,
Underground Resistance,
Lyres,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.