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 Uganda and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Siglo XX to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Mad Mike,
Sun Ra,
The Durutti Column,
The Monks,
Yazoo,
Fela Kuti,
Vainqueur,
Black Flag,
MDC,
Kenny Larkin,
The Dirtbombs,
Deakin,
Rotary Connection,
Babytalk,
Von Mondo,
Donald Byrd,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fear,
Deepchord,
Cluster,
Cybotron,
DJ Style,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Slits,
Fad Gadget,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sister Nancy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hot Snakes,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Angels of Light,
Vladislav Delay,
Malaria!,
The Wake,
Blossom Toes,
Joe Smooth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bill Wells,
Eden Ahbez,
10cc,
Marine Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Magazine,
Lucky Dragons,
The Remains,
Schoolly D,
The Kinks,
Newcleus,
Danielle Patucci,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Prince Buster,
Cheater Slicks,
The Young Rascals,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Steve Hackett,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Busters,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.