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 Greece and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 This Heat to the punk 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Alison Limerick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Byrd,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cramps,
CMW,
Crash Course in Science,
Kayak,
Gang of Four,
the Swans,
The Toasters,
Judy Mowatt,
Mo-Dettes,
The Divine Comedy,
Fatback Band,
The Last Poets,
ABBA,
Bronski Beat,
Matthew Halsall,
Thee Headcoats,
Toni Rubio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Mr. Review,
The Sonics,
Skarface,
Patti Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
Barbara Tucker,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minutemen,
Rakim,
Audionom,
John Lydon,
Sight & Sound,
Royal Trux,
Rapeman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Freddie Wadling,
Sugar Minott,
Letta Mbulu,
The Moody Blues,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barry Ungar,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marc Almond,
Tres Demented,
Prince Buster,
Ultravox,
Sound Behaviour,
Country Teasers,
B.T. Express,
The Real Kids,
Delon & Dalcan,
Anthony Braxton,
Severed Heads,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.