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 Morocco and from Philadelphia.
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 Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 Sarah Menescal to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
The Slits,
Grandmaster Flash,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Litter,
The Names,
Freddie Wadling,
The Doors,
Black Pus,
Swans,
The Real Kids,
Henry Cow,
The Cramps,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lindisfarne,
Dawn Penn,
The Blues Magoos,
Magazine,
Clear Light,
The Last Poets,
Agitation Free,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eden Ahbez,
Animal Collective,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harry Pussy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fatback Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Reagan Youth,
The Victims,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Don Cherry,
Hasil Adkins,
Quando Quango,
Black Sheep,
Hardrive,
The Fall,
Joe Finger,
The Gladiators,
Franke,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hoover,
James White and The Blacks,
Brothers Johnson,
Dennis Brown,
UT,
The Young Rascals,
Connie Case,
Laurel Aitken,
Jesper Dahlback,
Absolute Body Control,
Pylon,
The Birthday Party,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.