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 Barbados and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Accadde A to the electroclash 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Piero Umiliani,
Whodini,
Minutemen,
Morten Harket,
Yellowson,
Maleditus Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mission of Burma,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Smiths,
Isaac Hayes,
Sarah Menescal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gun Club,
The Gladiators,
Shuggie Otis,
The Litter,
Soft Machine,
Ultra Naté,
Ohio Players,
Visage,
Roger Hodgson,
Aswad,
John Holt,
Reuben Wilson,
Desert Stars,
Colin Newman,
Matthew Bourne,
Joyce Sims,
The Velvet Underground,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Golliwogs,
Liliput,
Zapp,
Infiniti,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Foxx,
The Electric Prunes,
Heaven 17,
Ten City,
Ponytail,
One Last Wish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sight & Sound,
The Evens,
The Dirtbombs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Von Mondo,
Lindisfarne,
Icehouse,
The Dead C,
Byron Stingily,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Görl,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Walker Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dual Sessions,
Eurythmics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.