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 Norway 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin 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 The Slits to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quantec,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Livin' Joy,
Zapp,
Lee Hazlewood,
Althea and Donna,
Vainqueur,
Johnny Osbourne,
Susan Cadogan,
Pulsallama,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Doors,
Pantaleimon,
Jerry's Kids,
a-ha,
The Skatalites,
Monolake,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Wyatt,
The Trojans,
The Monks,
Smog,
Bobby Byrd,
The Electric Prunes,
The Raincoats,
Monks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cameo,
Newcleus,
Pere Ubu,
Maleditus Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wasted Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Count Five,
The Names,
The Dead C,
KRS-One,
Lower 48,
Jawbox,
Sun City Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dawn Penn,
Sonic Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
CMW,
Can,
Nick Fraelich,
Janne Schatter,
Al Stewart,
Fugazi,
Malaria!,
The Evens,
Skriet,
La Düsseldorf,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.