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 Zimbabwe and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cameo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Gichy Dan,
Marc Almond,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brothers Johnson,
Jeff Mills,
Pussy Galore,
Magma,
Soul Sonic Force,
Livin' Joy,
Essential Logic,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Hood,
Icehouse,
Depeche Mode,
Joyce Sims,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marmalade,
Marvin Gaye,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Agent Orange,
Intrusion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Robert Wyatt,
Q65,
Faust,
Spandau Ballet,
The Blues Magoos,
Davy DMX,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nik Kershaw,
Goldenarms,
Funky Four + One,
Porter Ricks,
Main Source,
Nils Olav,
Public Enemy,
Yaz,
E-Dancer,
Wings,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Echospace,
Scott Walker,
the Germs,
Johnny Clarke,
Barclay James Harvest,
Agitation Free,
The Busters,
The Smoke,
KRS-One,
Skriet,
David McCallum,
Public Image Ltd.,
Panda Bear,
Patti Smith,
Jacques Brel,
Ronnie Foster,
Qualms,
Andrew Hill,
Tropical Tobacco,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.