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 Namibia and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 Jacob Miller to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Suicide,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Soft Cell,
The Dirtbombs,
Anakelly,
The Motions,
Donald Byrd,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hashim,
Robert Hood,
The Angels of Light,
Average White Band,
Stereo Dub,
Sonic Youth,
Yaz,
Sun Ra,
Fad Gadget,
Crispian St. Peters,
James White and The Blacks,
Patti Smith,
Q and Not U,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dark Day,
Rapeman,
Erykah Badu,
Maurizio,
Spandau Ballet,
Supertramp,
Reagan Youth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nik Kershaw,
Joey Negro,
Todd Rundgren,
Stockholm Monsters,
Unrelated Segments,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stiv Bators,
Monks,
Motorama,
Erasure,
The Golliwogs,
Zapp,
Mission of Burma,
Neil Young,
Tears for Fears,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Knickerbockers,
Arcadia,
Jeff Mills,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Techniques,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Graham Central Station,
Steve Hackett,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
In Retrospect,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Desert Stars,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.