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 Swaziland and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
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 Maleditus Sound to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma 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?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New York Dolls,
Technova,
Kurtis Blow,
Scrapy,
Black Flag,
Zero Boys,
The Music Machine,
Inner City,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cecil Taylor,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Urselle,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Infiniti,
The Leaves,
Tim Buckley,
Rites of Spring,
Shoche,
Jacob Miller,
Chrome,
H. Thieme,
Angry Samoans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nick Fraelich,
The Slits,
The Cowsills,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radiohead,
The Skatalites,
Aloha Tigers,
Bang On A Can,
Whodini,
Scion,
Anakelly,
Model 500,
Television Personalities,
Silicon Teens,
The Seeds,
Drexciya,
Fatback Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mandrill,
Simply Red,
Scott Walker,
Boogie Down Productions,
Janne Schatter,
Pagans,
the Bar-Kays,
Mad Mike,
Rufus Thomas,
Sex Pistols,
Arthur Verocai,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sixth Finger,
Johnny Osbourne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grauzone,
James White and The Blacks,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Pus,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.