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 Estonia and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Pagans to the grunge 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Joy Division,
The Stooges,
Maleditus Sound,
The Moleskins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Byrd,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Grass Roots,
Johnny Clarke,
The Neon Judgement,
The Young Rascals,
Smog,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mission of Burma,
Aaron Thompson,
Donny Hathaway,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barrington Levy,
Derrick Morgan,
Yazoo,
Infiniti,
The Mummies,
Big Daddy Kane,
Letta Mbulu,
Jacob Miller,
The Mighty Diamonds,
June Days,
DNA,
Roy Ayers,
Faraquet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kenny Larkin,
Massinfluence,
Rapeman,
Terry Callier,
Ralphi Rosario,
Masters at Work,
The Move,
Harry Pussy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tom Boy,
Althea and Donna,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The American Breed,
Suburban Knight,
Shuggie Otis,
Max Romeo,
Don Cherry,
Davy DMX,
The Fire Engines,
Swans,
Pere Ubu,
Saccharine Trust,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun Ra,
Bush Tetras,
Hasil Adkins,
Roger Hodgson,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.