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 Switzerland and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 Curtis Mayfield to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Newcleus,
The Skatalites,
Rod Modell,
Todd Terry,
The Gories,
Charles Mingus,
Soulsonic Force,
L. Decosne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sonics,
The Evens,
The Searchers,
Eden Ahbez,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Slick Rick,
The Flesh Eaters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Electric Prunes,
Graham Central Station,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Zero Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Swell Maps,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter & Gordon,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Wake,
Parry Music,
Lightning Bolt,
Ten City,
Marmalade,
48th St. Collective,
Marine Girls,
The Fugs,
This Heat,
Second Layer,
Mandrill,
The Five Americans,
Harmonia,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Sheep,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Slits,
Metal Thangz,
John Coltrane,
Marvin Gaye,
Half Japanese,
Spandau Ballet,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lindisfarne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minor Threat,
Minny Pops,
Magazine,
Tropical Tobacco,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Association,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.