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 Italy and from Bologna.
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 Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet 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 the Bar-Kays to the punk 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo 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?
The Divine Comedy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
One Last Wish,
Sugar Minott,
Blake Baxter,
Ronnie Foster,
Los Fastidios,
Steve Hackett,
Talk Talk,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rapeman,
Black Sheep,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Electric Prunes,
Radio Birdman,
Dark Day,
Skarface,
The New Christs,
The Move,
Television,
Grey Daturas,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gladiators,
Joyce Sims,
Radiopuhelimet,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun Ra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Malaria!,
The Walker Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Pus,
Stiv Bators,
Duran Duran,
The Trojans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Silicon Teens,
Iggy Pop,
The Offenders,
The Pop Group,
Make Up,
Flash Fearless,
Buzzcocks,
Marc Almond,
Depeche Mode,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric Dolphy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rufus Thomas,
The Knickerbockers,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Slackers,
The Real Kids,
Soft Machine,
Al Stewart,
The Invisible,
The Zeros,
The Remains,
Lakeside,
Liliput,
The Tremeloes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.