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 Kiribati and from Manchester.
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 Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 In Retrospect to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Flag,
Tommy Roe,
Eric Copeland,
Metal Thangz,
Rufus Thomas,
Scott Walker,
Television Personalities,
Public Enemy,
Deakin,
Pantytec,
Robert Hood,
K-Klass,
Slave,
Sight & Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Main Source,
New Age Steppers,
Mantronix,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Idris Muhammad,
The Kinks,
Mars,
UT,
ABBA,
Shoche,
The Fugs,
World's Most,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blancmange,
Essential Logic,
John Lydon,
The American Breed,
The Sonics,
Ultra Naté,
Scion,
Erasure,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sarah Menescal,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Coltrane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fluxion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arcadia,
The Beau Brummels,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rosa Yemen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
JFA,
Rites of Spring,
H. Thieme,
Jacques Brel,
Toni Rubio,
The Smiths,
David Bowie,
Johnny Osbourne,
Organ,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skriet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.