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 Vietnam and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Michael McDonald 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 Toni Rubio to the rock 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Subhumans,
The Fugs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
48th St. Collective,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Flag,
Panda Bear,
Ossler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bob Dylan,
X-102,
The Saints,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lower 48,
Minnie Riperton,
Au Pairs,
The Techniques,
Piero Umiliani,
Cecil Taylor,
JFA,
a-ha,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fuzztones,
Barrington Levy,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Golliwogs,
ABBA,
Moby Grape,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
June Days,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Shuggie Otis,
Crooked Eye,
Cymande,
MC5,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fugazi,
Pulsallama,
Charles Mingus,
Bill Near,
Negative Approach,
Whodini,
Carl Craig,
the Slits,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oneida,
PIL,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fortunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Prince Buster,
Rakim,
Blossom Toes,
Excepter,
Henry Cow,
Andrew Hill,
the Soft Cell,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.