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 Romania and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Alton Ellis to the disco 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
David McCallum,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gabor Szabo,
The Walker Brothers,
Lyres,
The Angels of Light,
Agitation Free,
The Kinks,
Section 25,
Charles Mingus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Sherman,
Yusef Lateef,
Echospace,
The Fugs,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Sheep,
The Searchers,
The Monks,
Make Up,
Bizarre Inc.,
Man Parrish,
Cecil Taylor,
Dawn Penn,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joey Negro,
The Slackers,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Intrusion,
Juan Atkins,
The Martian,
Japan,
Deepchord,
cv313,
Quando Quango,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fortunes,
X-101,
Inner City,
Donald Byrd,
Crime,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Warren Ellis,
Average White Band,
H. Thieme,
John Coltrane,
The Durutti Column,
Whodini,
Angry Samoans,
Danielle Patucci,
The Golliwogs,
David Bowie,
Buzzcocks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Isaac Hayes,
John Lydon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.