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 Korea North and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Darondo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Birthday Party,
Monks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soul II Soul,
Ken Boothe,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joensuu 1685,
The Standells,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultra Naté,
B.T. Express,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Inner City,
Radiohead,
The Stooges,
Darondo,
Juan Atkins,
The Count Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Babytalk,
Brand Nubian,
Kurtis Blow,
Judy Mowatt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Last Poets,
Talk Talk,
Rosa Yemen,
Tommy Roe,
The New Christs,
Duran Duran,
Nation of Ulysses,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
H. Thieme,
Basic Channel,
Public Enemy,
Rotary Connection,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gories,
Black Flag,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang of Four,
MC5,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brothers Johnson,
Goldenarms,
Brass Construction,
kango's stein massive,
The Searchers,
Eve St. Jones,
The Flesh Eaters,
Leonard Cohen,
Lower 48,
JFA,
The Dirtbombs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Matthew Halsall,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thee Headcoats,
Tom Boy,
Sällskapet,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.