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 Brazil and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Ponytail,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rotary Connection,
Monolake,
Oblivians,
Gichy Dan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Slick Rick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Main Source,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pussy Galore,
Faust,
The Searchers,
The Walker Brothers,
Mr. Review,
B.T. Express,
Anthony Braxton,
The Happenings,
Warsaw,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Wake,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alison Limerick,
Grey Daturas,
Reagan Youth,
Alton Ellis,
The Grass Roots,
The Fall,
The Monks,
Ohio Players,
The Detroit Cobras,
Icehouse,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aloha Tigers,
Visage,
Lou Christie,
Schoolly D,
Lakeside,
Freddie Wadling,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lightning Bolt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Coltrane,
Black Pus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Germs,
K-Klass,
Camberwell Now,
Essential Logic,
The Last Poets,
MDC,
Quando Quango,
Amazonics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.