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 Qatar 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Brand Nubian to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Kayak,
The Black Dice,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The J.B.'s,
Public Image Ltd.,
Qualms,
Ituana,
Yusef Lateef,
Talk Talk,
The Five Americans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lucky Dragons,
Byron Stingily,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Idris Muhammad,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ronnie Foster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wally Richardson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Todd Terry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soulsonic Force,
Fatback Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Skatalites,
Mad Mike,
The Misunderstood,
Blake Baxter,
The Standells,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Beau Brummels,
Sonic Youth,
R.M.O.,
Procol Harum,
Visage,
Bob Dylan,
Pylon,
Jeff Mills,
Jandek,
Robert Hood,
Bluetip,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Al Stewart,
Deakin,
Barrington Levy,
Soft Cell,
La Düsseldorf,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Byrd,
Ornette Coleman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Boredoms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Wyatt,
The Monochrome Set,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grandmaster Flash,
L. Decosne,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.