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 Kazakhstan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Von Mondo to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rod Modell,
Scientists,
Minnie Riperton,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fire Engines,
T.S.O.L.,
Japan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
B.T. Express,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moby Grape,
Mandrill,
Pantytec,
Sixth Finger,
The Black Dice,
The Real Kids,
Eric Dolphy,
Anakelly,
Boogie Down Productions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Suicide,
Little Man,
David McCallum,
Young Marble Giants,
Sam Rivers,
China Crisis,
Procol Harum,
The Saints,
Gang Green,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Womack,
Underground Resistance,
KRS-One,
The Cramps,
The Doobie Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gories,
A Certain Ratio,
Nirvana,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quantec,
Hashim,
Gang Gang Dance,
June of 44,
Lalann,
Prince Buster,
Lou Christie,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Livin' Joy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alice Coltrane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.