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 Ghana and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Shadows of Knight to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rotary Connection,
Glenn Branca,
Max Romeo,
Das Ding,
The Misunderstood,
Ohio Players,
Nation of Ulysses,
Reagan Youth,
Rosa Yemen,
Derrick Morgan,
Clear Light,
Minny Pops,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brass Construction,
Prince Buster,
Lakeside,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Happenings,
The Index,
Yazoo,
Ponytail,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Altered Images,
Eric Copeland,
T. Rex,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pagans,
Isaac Hayes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Davy DMX,
Kerri Chandler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eddi Front,
Reuben Wilson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tommy Roe,
Deakin,
the Sonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lalann,
The Walker Brothers,
Guru Guru,
Stockholm Monsters,
Patti Smith,
The Cramps,
Rekid,
A Certain Ratio,
Scientists,
Rites of Spring,
Parry Music,
Carl Craig,
The Kinks,
The Neon Judgement,
Jerry's Kids,
Gong,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.