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 Mauritius and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
UT,
The Searchers,
Boredoms,
Aaron Thompson,
The Residents,
Second Layer,
The Gun Club,
Zapp,
The Knickerbockers,
Minnie Riperton,
Anthony Braxton,
The Zeros,
Moebius,
Ituana,
Kaleidoscope,
a-ha,
Girls At Our Best!,
Schoolly D,
Country Teasers,
Gang Starr,
Donny Hathaway,
The New Christs,
Marmalade,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Vogues,
The Techniques,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hoover,
Can,
Eric Copeland,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grauzone,
The Slackers,
Yusef Lateef,
Inner City,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wally Richardson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeff Lynne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultravox,
Flipper,
Theoretical Girls,
Joey Negro,
Spoonie Gee,
Unwound,
Kas Product,
Talk Talk,
Tubeway Army,
Vainqueur,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vladislav Delay,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ossler,
James White and The Blacks,
Young Marble Giants,
John Cale,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.