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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Slick Rick to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Amon Düül II,
Qualms,
Man Eating Sloth,
Warren Ellis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Siglo XX,
Barclay James Harvest,
Janne Schatter,
The Velvet Underground,
Mr. Review,
Colin Newman,
Cal Tjader,
Joe Finger,
Radio Birdman,
Black Pus,
The Selecter,
Black Sheep,
PIL,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nico,
Gichy Dan,
Marine Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
Brand Nubian,
Gang of Four,
Hashim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Max Romeo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yaz,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Starr,
Soulsonic Force,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moebius,
Joensuu 1685,
Barbara Tucker,
Amazonics,
Panda Bear,
Goldenarms,
Gang Green,
Faust,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Modern Lovers,
Severed Heads,
JFA,
The Blackbyrds,
The Slackers,
Lower 48,
Maurizio,
Agitation Free,
Stereo Dub,
Procol Harum,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gories,
Idris Muhammad,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Slave,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.