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 Guyana and from Toronto.
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 London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Liliput to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Nils Olav,
Sex Pistols,
Alison Limerick,
Siglo XX,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Donald Byrd,
Gang Starr,
Prince Buster,
The Remains,
Bob Dylan,
Pere Ubu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ten City,
Quantec,
The Martian,
Loose Ends,
Basic Channel,
Sugar Minott,
Jacob Miller,
Dual Sessions,
The Black Dice,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Model 500,
John Holt,
Bizarre Inc.,
Silicon Teens,
the Slits,
Maleditus Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fuzztones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Johnny Clarke,
8 Eyed Spy,
Godley & Creme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
K-Klass,
Yellowson,
The Birthday Party,
Crispian St. Peters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Max Romeo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed,
Maurizio,
The Standells,
Amon Düül II,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Sherman,
Kayak,
Grauzone,
Sister Nancy,
Main Source,
Sly & The Family Stone,
kango's stein massive,
Jawbox,
Y Pants,
Boz Scaggs,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.