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 Tonga and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Monks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Rekid,
Eurythmics,
The Electric Prunes,
Soulsonic Force,
Lightning Bolt,
Rufus Thomas,
Half Japanese,
Ohio Players,
Livin' Joy,
Los Fastidios,
Crispian St. Peters,
Amazonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mojo Men,
The Skatalites,
Sun Ra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
a-ha,
Lyres,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Idris Muhammad,
Outsiders,
The Five Americans,
LL Cool J,
X-Ray Spex,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Swell Maps,
Bob Dylan,
The Beau Brummels,
Sly & The Family Stone,
L. Decosne,
Joe Smooth,
China Crisis,
Wolf Eyes,
Slick Rick,
Rapeman,
Albert Ayler,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grauzone,
Cameo,
The Moleskins,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultravox,
Excepter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mark Hollis,
Television Personalities,
Visage,
The Slits,
The Human League,
ABC,
Sixth Finger,
Reagan Youth,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pussy Galore,
Parry Music,
Fela Kuti,
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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.