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 Sweden and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Holger Czukay 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 Judy Mowatt 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
a-ha,
Pere Ubu,
Shoche,
The Leaves,
Scott Walker,
Rapeman,
The Sonics,
Patti Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
New Age Steppers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Big Daddy Kane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Raincoats,
Desert Stars,
Mars,
Wasted Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
June Days,
Black Bananas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Das Ding,
Television Personalities,
Man Parrish,
Roxette,
Ken Boothe,
Rites of Spring,
Lalann,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeff Mills,
Flash Fearless,
Ice-T,
Mark Hollis,
Prince Buster,
The Alarm Clocks,
Agitation Free,
China Crisis,
Talk Talk,
Bang On A Can,
Matthew Halsall,
Fela Kuti,
The Barracudas,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gap Band,
Goldenarms,
Thompson Twins,
Donald Byrd,
Faraquet,
Stiv Bators,
Joy Division,
Pussy Galore,
The Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Funkadelic,
Lungfish,
Pantaleimon,
Unwound,
Nik Kershaw,
Yaz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.