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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 L. Decosne to the crunk 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dorothy Ashby,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cal Tjader,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fatback Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
T.S.O.L.,
KRS-One,
Joensuu 1685,
Throbbing Gristle,
Reagan Youth,
Scrapy,
Grauzone,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amon Düül,
The Slackers,
Heaven 17,
kango's stein massive,
Talk Talk,
Sarah Menescal,
The Leaves,
The Slits,
Boredoms,
Interpol,
The Last Poets,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Sherman,
Pole,
The Mummies,
Dead Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Duran Duran,
Electric Prunes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jandek,
Derrick Morgan,
David McCallum,
The Cramps,
The Cure,
Von Mondo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Selecter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Unwound,
Technova,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rosa Yemen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeff Lynne,
Peter and Kerry,
John Lydon,
Parry Music,
Scratch Acid,
China Crisis,
Echospace,
Eli Mardock,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.