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 Spain and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Max Romeo,
The Moleskins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Patti Smith,
Fad Gadget,
Procol Harum,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cure,
Skriet,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Black Dice,
The Leaves,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
B.T. Express,
The Neon Judgement,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare,
Ronan,
Infiniti,
Zero Boys,
Black Moon,
Crime,
Accadde A,
John Lydon,
U.S. Maple,
Public Enemy,
Blossom Toes,
Oneida,
This Heat,
K-Klass,
The Dirtbombs,
The Litter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Desert Stars,
Boredoms,
Reuben Wilson,
Jandek,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Agent Orange,
Ossler,
Freddie Wadling,
Sixth Finger,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
AZ,
Graham Central Station,
kango's stein massive,
Ornette Coleman,
Fear,
Pantytec,
The Smiths,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Flag,
Roxette,
Model 500,
Suburban Knight,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.