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 Portugal and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar 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 Boz Scaggs to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
The Real Kids,
Oneida,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fad Gadget,
10cc,
Cluster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Simply Red,
The Fall,
cv313,
Section 25,
Index,
Hot Snakes,
Metal Thangz,
Young Marble Giants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scion,
Suburban Knight,
Animal Collective,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DJ Style,
Matthew Bourne,
Massinfluence,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hashim,
Freddie Wadling,
Shoche,
Symarip,
Parry Music,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Techniques,
Ten City,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brand Nubian,
Los Fastidios,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pulsallama,
The Cramps,
Marine Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
AZ,
Alison Limerick,
Ponytail,
Minutemen,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sound,
The Smoke,
Black Sheep,
Joe Finger,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Circle Jerks,
Cecil Taylor,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Spoonie Gee,
Sam Rivers,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Searchers,
Robert Görl,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.