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 Ukraine and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 Yusef Lateef to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Au Pairs,
The Tremeloes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pantaleimon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skriet,
The Slits,
The Gap Band,
Gang of Four,
Flipper,
Ronnie Foster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stiv Bators,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Davy DMX,
Neu!,
Guru Guru,
Inner City,
Al Stewart,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Michelle Simonal,
Vainqueur,
John Coltrane,
Black Pus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Excepter,
Donald Byrd,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Womack,
Monolake,
The Dead C,
Reuben Wilson,
Skaos,
Quadrant,
Harry Pussy,
Pere Ubu,
Subhumans,
The Fall,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Josef K,
Grey Daturas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Chrome,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Barracudas,
Vladislav Delay,
The Selecter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bush Tetras,
Tres Demented,
Jimmy McGriff,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Neon Judgement,
Avey Tare,
The Litter,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.