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 Costa Rica and from Bologna.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Jacob Miller to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Sex Pistols,
The Residents,
B.T. Express,
Reuben Wilson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brass Construction,
Hoover,
Patti Smith,
Simply Red,
The Modern Lovers,
The Sonics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Happenings,
Sonic Youth,
Hashim,
Goldenarms,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Inner City,
Whodini,
Blossom Toes,
A Certain Ratio,
Unwound,
Howard Jones,
Nick Fraelich,
The Slackers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fugs,
Laurel Aitken,
The Barracudas,
Sight & Sound,
China Crisis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fire Engines,
Neu!,
Jesper Dahlback,
Niagra,
Radio Birdman,
Andrew Hill,
Icehouse,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Cale,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deadbeat,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Holt,
Vladislav Delay,
Eden Ahbez,
The Index,
New Order,
Boz Scaggs,
Quando Quango,
K-Klass,
Sister Nancy,
a-ha,
Alice Coltrane,
Tres Demented,
Infiniti,
Gichy Dan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
CMW,
Pylon,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.