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 Eritrea and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 Dave Clark Five to the electroclash 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Selecter,
Dawn Penn,
The Vogues,
Shoche,
The American Breed,
Eddi Front,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Charles Mingus,
Bang On A Can,
The Gories,
Hardrive,
Danielle Patucci,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ken Boothe,
Althea and Donna,
The United States of America,
cv313,
Von Mondo,
Ponytail,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Byron Stingily,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yaz,
Maleditus Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Wolf Eyes,
The Star Department,
Iggy Pop,
The Associates,
Grey Daturas,
Ludus,
Livin' Joy,
Don Cherry,
Black Flag,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Residents,
Electric Prunes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roxy Music,
Duran Duran,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-102,
T.S.O.L.,
Marine Girls,
The Real Kids,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeff Lynne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pere Ubu,
Excepter,
MC5,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bob Dylan,
Bootsy Collins,
Warsaw,
Harmonia,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sight & Sound,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.