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 Saudi Arabia and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Moebius to the grunge 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Moss Icon,
Joey Negro,
Tom Boy,
The Leaves,
Alison Limerick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mo-Dettes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Last Poets,
L. Decosne,
Motorama,
Archie Shepp,
LL Cool J,
Sight & Sound,
Organ,
EPMD,
Unrelated Segments,
John Holt,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Sonics,
Malaria!,
The Zeros,
Cecil Taylor,
CMW,
Ken Boothe,
Charles Mingus,
Slave,
Howard Jones,
The Vogues,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Basic Channel,
Junior Murvin,
Sun City Girls,
Eli Mardock,
Icehouse,
Scratch Acid,
Funkadelic,
Toni Rubio,
Rekid,
Man Eating Sloth,
Model 500,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Index,
Mantronix,
The Names,
Bad Manners,
Wally Richardson,
New Age Steppers,
Terry Callier,
Radiopuhelimet,
Make Up,
The Index,
Colin Newman,
Tres Demented,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Qualms,
Half Japanese,
Pantytec,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.