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 Uganda and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 the Bar-Kays to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Spandau Ballet,
Aural Exciters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Suburban Knight,
the Association,
Pantaleimon,
Deepchord,
Amon Düül,
Robert Wyatt,
B.T. Express,
Fugazi,
The Residents,
The Smiths,
Qualms,
The Associates,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Pus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Idris Muhammad,
Bill Near,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Count Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Patti Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Make Up,
Soul II Soul,
Sparks,
Letta Mbulu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Davy DMX,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Black Dice,
Eden Ahbez,
Soft Machine,
New Age Steppers,
The American Breed,
Masters at Work,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
MC5,
Connie Case,
Danielle Patucci,
Neu!,
The Names,
Half Japanese,
Accadde A,
Moebius,
Goldenarms,
The Doors,
Fela Kuti,
Mad Mike,
Mr. Review,
Main Source,
Albert Ayler,
Howard Jones,
Arab on Radar,
Soul Sonic Force,
Isaac Hayes,
Jerry's Kids,
Minor Threat,
Junior Murvin,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.