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 Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Donald Fagen 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 Radio Birdman to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
The Durutti Column,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jacques Brel,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gap Band,
Blossom Toes,
Can,
These Immortal Souls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fat Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bronski Beat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amazonics,
The Trojans,
Vainqueur,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Wyatt,
Suburban Knight,
Matthew Halsall,
Massinfluence,
Joey Negro,
Franke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mandrill,
Scratch Acid,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Negative Approach,
Monolake,
Todd Terry,
The New Christs,
The Kinks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kas Product,
The Barracudas,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fuzztones,
Bootsy Collins,
Radiohead,
Andrew Hill,
Deadbeat,
The Mummies,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Schoolly D,
Donald Byrd,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Anakelly,
Kurtis Blow,
Essential Logic,
Kaleidoscope,
The Real Kids,
Skaos,
Alice Coltrane,
Average White Band,
Pulsallama,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.