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 Armenia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Andrew Hill to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Flash Fearless,
The Remains,
Infiniti,
Graham Central Station,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scott Walker,
Interpol,
Danielle Patucci,
The Selecter,
Average White Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Symarip,
This Heat,
Saccharine Trust,
Marvin Gaye,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Monks,
Accadde A,
Rapeman,
The Sonics,
Kaleidoscope,
Tres Demented,
U.S. Maple,
The Buckinghams,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dead C,
the Germs,
Harmonia,
The Searchers,
Porter Ricks,
Man Parrish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Star Department,
Tomorrow,
Joyce Sims,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Invisible,
Chris & Cosey,
Mission of Burma,
Bootsy Collins,
David McCallum,
Traffic Nightmare,
Henry Cow,
Electric Prunes,
Brick,
Iggy Pop,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Angels of Light,
Los Fastidios,
Piero Umiliani,
The Monochrome Set,
Technova,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.