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 India and from Bremen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 chamberlin 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 Jacob Miller to the electroclash 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Qualms,
Mission of Burma,
The Buckinghams,
Monolake,
Harry Pussy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
X-Ray Spex,
Siglo XX,
Janne Schatter,
Basic Channel,
Pharoah Sanders,
Faust,
Bill Wells,
The Barracudas,
Robert Wyatt,
Supertramp,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Sonics,
Joe Smooth,
David Bowie,
Gil Scott Heron,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Essential Logic,
The Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Saints,
Q65,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bootsy Collins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Reagan Youth,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pantytec,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Juan Atkins,
Scratch Acid,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Y Pants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mad Mike,
Radio Birdman,
Von Mondo,
kango's stein massive,
Sällskapet,
Surgeon,
Television Personalities,
The Black Dice,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
JFA,
Thee Headcoats,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Average White Band,
Toni Rubio,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.