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 Liechtenstein and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 KRS-One to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vainqueur,
U.S. Maple,
Half Japanese,
Colin Newman,
The Divine Comedy,
Whodini,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boredoms,
Dead Boys,
Das Ding,
John Foxx,
Lou Christie,
Camberwell Now,
Rapeman,
Moby Grape,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
48th St. Collective,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Y Pants,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cure,
Wings,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joe Smooth,
Trumans Water,
Alphaville,
Circle Jerks,
Stetsasonic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gabor Szabo,
Dennis Brown,
OOIOO,
The Detroit Cobras,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Real Kids,
Main Source,
Tom Boy,
Lightning Bolt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
June of 44,
Blossom Toes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Von Mondo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mandrill,
Absolute Body Control,
Cheater Slicks,
Brothers Johnson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Livin' Joy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mr. Review,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun Ra,
T.S.O.L.,
Ten City,
Black Sheep,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.