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 Iran and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Detroit Cobras to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
June of 44,
Harpers Bizarre,
Spoonie Gee,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Grass Roots,
The Selecter,
Average White Band,
Darondo,
The Buckinghams,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jacob Miller,
X-Ray Spex,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Flesh Eaters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Y Pants,
The Golliwogs,
The Five Americans,
The Modern Lovers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sandy B,
The Toasters,
The Names,
Bronski Beat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Patti Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Niagra,
Nick Fraelich,
Letta Mbulu,
Television Personalities,
Boredoms,
Nirvana,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Little Man,
Rufus Thomas,
Grauzone,
Fad Gadget,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oblivians,
Swell Maps,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Womack,
Jacques Brel,
The Angels of Light,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Masters at Work,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Smoke,
Sight & Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radiopuhelimet,
Matthew Halsall,
The Remains,
Gil Scott Heron,
Magma,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.