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 Mali and from New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Bananas to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Görl,
Absolute Body Control,
Letta Mbulu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sound Behaviour,
Boz Scaggs,
Skriet,
Bobby Byrd,
Royal Trux,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Basic Channel,
Barrington Levy,
The Count Five,
The Star Department,
Matthew Halsall,
Motorama,
Scratch Acid,
the Soft Cell,
Joensuu 1685,
Scion,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Niagra,
Yazoo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Blackbyrds,
The Mummies,
Mad Mike,
Ronnie Foster,
Anakelly,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Erykah Badu,
Camouflage,
John Coltrane,
Cameo,
Erasure,
Essential Logic,
Animal Collective,
Chrome,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arthur Verocai,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marcia Griffiths,
Can,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kerri Chandler,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Walker Brothers,
Monks,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Christie,
F. McDonald,
Echospace,
The Raincoats,
Blossom Toes,
The Martian,
Cal Tjader,
K-Klass,
Hasil Adkins,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.