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 Grenada and from London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Lou Reed 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 Spoonie Gee to the grime 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Reuben Wilson,
Unwound,
Ken Boothe,
Maleditus Sound,
The Toasters,
Symarip,
Gang Starr,
Intrusion,
Hot Snakes,
Niagra,
Nirvana,
Television,
Fat Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ice-T,
Jacob Miller,
Patti Smith,
The Human League,
Second Layer,
The Divine Comedy,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Von Mondo,
The New Christs,
MC5,
Rekid,
Tubeway Army,
Drexciya,
Moss Icon,
The Skatalites,
Mr. Review,
Marshall Jefferson,
Masters at Work,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bill Near,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ornette Coleman,
The Monks,
Schoolly D,
Carl Craig,
Matthew Halsall,
Slick Rick,
Oblivians,
Scientists,
Wasted Youth,
Black Flag,
Robert Wyatt,
The Slackers,
Brick,
Brand Nubian,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Pop Group,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Josef K,
Hasil Adkins,
Talk Talk,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marmalade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.