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 Vanuatu and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kurtis Blow to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Warsaw,
Fugazi,
Al Stewart,
JFA,
Fat Boys,
Camouflage,
Max Romeo,
Rotary Connection,
UT,
The Gladiators,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Underground Resistance,
The Real Kids,
Guru Guru,
Godley & Creme,
Matthew Halsall,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gichy Dan,
Circle Jerks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
These Immortal Souls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Modern Lovers,
Slick Rick,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gun Club,
Boredoms,
Icehouse,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
K-Klass,
Angry Samoans,
Peter & Gordon,
Soft Cell,
Chrome,
John Lydon,
Bill Wells,
The Cure,
Stetsasonic,
AZ,
Robert Wyatt,
The Motions,
Blake Baxter,
Yellowson,
10cc,
Scrapy,
Blancmange,
Radiohead,
Clear Light,
Danielle Patucci,
The Zeros,
Country Teasers,
Infiniti,
The Associates,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fugs,
Lightning Bolt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.