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 Guatemala and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba 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 American Breed to the rock 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Idris Muhammad,
Delon & Dalcan,
Spandau Ballet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Zero Boys,
Ultra Naté,
The Tremeloes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rapeman,
Hot Snakes,
Moby Grape,
The Monochrome Set,
John Coltrane,
Television,
The Selecter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sister Nancy,
Donny Hathaway,
Bluetip,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nils Olav,
Josef K,
Excepter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ice-T,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wally Richardson,
Aural Exciters,
Mantronix,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gil Scott Heron,
Darondo,
Anakelly,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bauhaus,
The Buckinghams,
The Monks,
ABC,
Barry Ungar,
Delta 5,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The J.B.'s,
June Days,
Jeff Lynne,
The Zeros,
Reagan Youth,
Drexciya,
Von Mondo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The American Breed,
The Kinks,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fortunes,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Moody Blues,
Skarface,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.