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 Tajikistan and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the grunge 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Bang On A Can,
John Foxx,
Alison Limerick,
The Seeds,
Lyres,
Mars,
The Sound,
Wire,
Godley & Creme,
Sound Behaviour,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alice Coltrane,
The Busters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Janne Schatter,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Barbara Tucker,
Yellowson,
Slave,
Ronnie Foster,
Terrestrial Tones,
Desert Stars,
Radiohead,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Smiths,
Camouflage,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rakim,
Section 25,
The Sonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
La Düsseldorf,
Agent Orange,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Donald Byrd,
Index,
Deakin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Bananas,
The Durutti Column,
Chrome,
John Holt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
MC5,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grauzone,
Easy Going,
Soft Cell,
Jacques Brel,
Donny Hathaway,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Letta Mbulu,
Charles Mingus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.