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 Egypt and from Halifax.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the rock 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Joy Division,
China Crisis,
Minutemen,
Eddi Front,
Los Fastidios,
Subhumans,
Gang Green,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Slick Rick,
Unrelated Segments,
Marc Almond,
DJ Sneak,
The Music Machine,
Echospace,
The Fire Engines,
Simply Red,
Aural Exciters,
The Golliwogs,
Alton Ellis,
Malaria!,
Altered Images,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Soft Cell,
Scion,
Underground Resistance,
Brick,
John Lydon,
T.S.O.L.,
The New Christs,
Todd Rundgren,
Wally Richardson,
Wolf Eyes,
The Moody Blues,
Hoover,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dead Boys,
Blancmange,
The Five Americans,
The Count Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aloha Tigers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Darondo,
Todd Terry,
Bill Wells,
Basic Channel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ituana,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bronski Beat,
Massinfluence,
The Dead C,
The Fugs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lyres,
Jeff Mills,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.