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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Grass Roots to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 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 The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Black Pus,
Au Pairs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stetsasonic,
Skriet,
The Litter,
Ronan,
Massinfluence,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fall,
Bauhaus,
Pulsallama,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Buzzcocks,
The Invisible,
The Electric Prunes,
Negative Approach,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bizarre Inc.,
Laurel Aitken,
The Velvet Underground,
Michelle Simonal,
Heaven 17,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arthur Verocai,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare,
The Standells,
Gong,
The United States of America,
Scan 7,
Lungfish,
Franke,
Amon Düül,
Terry Callier,
a-ha,
Lou Christie,
Dawn Penn,
The Gun Club,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Starr,
Agent Orange,
These Immortal Souls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quantec,
Eli Mardock,
The Kinks,
Radiohead,
June Days,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Seeds,
Roger Hodgson,
The Slits,
Barrington Levy,
Yazoo,
Jawbox,
Bronski Beat,
Mandrill,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.