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 Cape Verde and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Underground Resistance to the grime 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
New Order,
the Normal,
Roy Ayers,
Mission of Burma,
Animal Collective,
Wasted Youth,
Sun Ra,
Iggy Pop,
Soul II Soul,
Monolake,
The Barracudas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aswad,
Television,
The Associates,
The Raincoats,
Y Pants,
Kas Product,
Crime,
The Fire Engines,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Swans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Neon Judgement,
L. Decosne,
Eli Mardock,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oneida,
The Electric Prunes,
Nils Olav,
Symarip,
The Pop Group,
These Immortal Souls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Guru Guru,
New Age Steppers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scientists,
Moebius,
Neu!,
Arab on Radar,
Todd Rundgren,
The Leaves,
Maurizio,
The Misunderstood,
Tommy Roe,
Barclay James Harvest,
Magma,
Eve St. Jones,
The Divine Comedy,
Inner City,
Hoover,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fugs,
T. Rex,
Joe Smooth,
Dead Boys,
Parry Music,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.