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 Azerbaijan 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 Ponytail to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Basic Channel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cecil Taylor,
KRS-One,
Wally Richardson,
Rites of Spring,
Arab on Radar,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The New Christs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roger Hodgson,
Mr. Review,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lower 48,
Tim Buckley,
These Immortal Souls,
Section 25,
The Golliwogs,
Visage,
Can,
Sandy B,
Shoche,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aaron Thompson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Monks,
Massinfluence,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Names,
Freddie Wadling,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lindisfarne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marine Girls,
the Slits,
Radio Birdman,
OOIOO,
Mo-Dettes,
Aswad,
Flipper,
The Black Dice,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oneida,
X-Ray Spex,
Junior Murvin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Doors,
Man Parrish,
Blake Baxter,
Boz Scaggs,
Angry Samoans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Normal,
Animal Collective,
Funky Four + One,
Outsiders,
Lungfish,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.