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 Ukraine and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
EPMD,
Ronnie Foster,
Siglo XX,
Stetsasonic,
Agent Orange,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Vogues,
Nick Fraelich,
10cc,
Eric Copeland,
Zero Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
Nation of Ulysses,
Livin' Joy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Smog,
Peter and Kerry,
Brothers Johnson,
Anakelly,
Gang Starr,
Oblivians,
Ornette Coleman,
The Real Kids,
Maleditus Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
June of 44,
Pussy Galore,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eddi Front,
Amazonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Associates,
The Last Poets,
Colin Newman,
Susan Cadogan,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Pop Group,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Residents,
The Dirtbombs,
Yusef Lateef,
Audionom,
Sonic Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
the Normal,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cure,
Erasure,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crime,
Talk Talk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lyres,
Jerry's Kids,
Girls At Our Best!,
Swans,
Porter Ricks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.