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 Macedonia and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Harry Pussy to the grunge 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
UT,
Surgeon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Y Pants,
Alison Limerick,
Saccharine Trust,
James White and The Blacks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ponytail,
Sugar Minott,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kayak,
PIL,
X-101,
Severed Heads,
Shoche,
Scratch Acid,
Electric Prunes,
Neil Young,
Guru Guru,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moebius,
The Music Machine,
Crime,
FM Einheit,
Intrusion,
Bobby Byrd,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roxette,
Eric Copeland,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kaleidoscope,
Negative Approach,
X-Ray Spex,
ABBA,
Spandau Ballet,
the Human League,
Sun City Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stereo Dub,
Roxy Music,
The Shadows of Knight,
Magma,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Whodini,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Wyatt,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Matthew Halsall,
Dual Sessions,
Sixth Finger,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.