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 El Salvador and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scrapy to the disco 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Con Funk Shun,
Rod Modell,
Quantec,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Tremeloes,
Pylon,
Echospace,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pulsallama,
Dennis Brown,
New Age Steppers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jacques Brel,
the Sonics,
Intrusion,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
These Immortal Souls,
The Motions,
Index,
Yaz,
Radio Birdman,
Cecil Taylor,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultravox,
Deepchord,
Unrelated Segments,
Brick,
Lalann,
Parry Music,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Groovy Waters,
Fatback Band,
Ronan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gories,
Swell Maps,
Crispian St. Peters,
Los Fastidios,
Drive Like Jehu,
Audionom,
Half Japanese,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grauzone,
In Retrospect,
The Music Machine,
Yusef Lateef,
Monolake,
Letta Mbulu,
The Zeros,
EPMD,
The Golliwogs,
Alton Ellis,
The Electric Prunes,
Popol Vuh,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Steve Hackett,
Max Romeo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.