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 Moldova 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eric B and Rakim to the grunge 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gladiators,
Livin' Joy,
Little Man,
Smog,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Michelle Simonal,
Schoolly D,
Colin Newman,
Pere Ubu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
KRS-One,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
June of 44,
Depeche Mode,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moebius,
Boz Scaggs,
Easy Going,
Lindisfarne,
Ronnie Foster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Alarm Clocks,
Motorama,
Morten Harket,
Matthew Halsall,
Agent Orange,
Gang of Four,
Soft Machine,
Television Personalities,
Trumans Water,
Bad Manners,
The Residents,
Mandrill,
Alison Limerick,
Eurythmics,
Camouflage,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir,
One Last Wish,
Sex Pistols,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Leonard Cohen,
the Soft Cell,
Peter & Gordon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Howard Jones,
The Red Krayola,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stereo Dub,
Magazine,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marine Girls,
Black Sheep,
Fugazi,
Crooked Eye,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lakeside,
June Days,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.