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 Monaco 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Amon Düül II to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Carl Craig,
Arcadia,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Robert Wyatt,
Marvin Gaye,
Rakim,
Crooked Eye,
The Doors,
Black Pus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Leaves,
Amon Düül,
Drive Like Jehu,
Warren Ellis,
Blossom Toes,
Max Romeo,
Faust,
Danielle Patucci,
Tim Buckley,
Gang of Four,
Joensuu 1685,
Mr. Review,
Alton Ellis,
The American Breed,
Ice-T,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Wake,
Joy Division,
The Selecter,
Black Flag,
Anakelly,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grey Daturas,
John Lydon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moby Grape,
The Trojans,
Guru Guru,
Ralphi Rosario,
Supertramp,
Harry Pussy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nas,
Judy Mowatt,
Surgeon,
Hoover,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Christie,
Silicon Teens,
The Smiths,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.