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 Bahrain and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
The Five Americans,
The Wake,
John Holt,
Rotary Connection,
48th St. Collective,
PIL,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kayak,
Roger Hodgson,
Soul II Soul,
DNA,
Flash Fearless,
Hoover,
The Gap Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Unwound,
Fat Boys,
Pere Ubu,
Joe Finger,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Slackers,
Essential Logic,
The Fall,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pierre Henry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
La Düsseldorf,
The Leaves,
Yaz,
New York Dolls,
Fatback Band,
Joensuu 1685,
The Neon Judgement,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Offenders,
cv313,
The American Breed,
Electric Prunes,
Matthew Halsall,
Archie Shepp,
Jeff Mills,
Eve St. Jones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soulsonic Force,
The Names,
Tomorrow,
Cal Tjader,
David McCallum,
Cluster,
The Smiths,
Agent Orange,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Charles Mingus,
The Cramps,
Pharoah Sanders,
OOIOO,
Danielle Patucci,
Grandmaster Flash,
Harpers Bizarre,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.