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 Mexico and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 Nick Fraelich to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Youth Brigade,
Altered Images,
Bootsy Collins,
Cecil Taylor,
Althea and Donna,
Mars,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blossom Toes,
Technova,
Pantytec,
Parry Music,
Soul II Soul,
Kurtis Blow,
Yazoo,
R.M.O.,
Lindisfarne,
Subhumans,
Sonny Sharrock,
48th St. Collective,
Pierre Henry,
Sugar Minott,
Wolf Eyes,
Oneida,
Ituana,
Dead Boys,
Dennis Brown,
The Fuzztones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neu!,
DJ Style,
Icehouse,
The Star Department,
Stiv Bators,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Starr,
Juan Atkins,
Duran Duran,
Ponytail,
AZ,
Mandrill,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Donald Byrd,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David McCallum,
Angry Samoans,
Animal Collective,
The Saints,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pulsallama,
Quando Quango,
Sparks,
Marine Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
D'Angelo,
Joy Division,
Dave Gahan,
The Mummies,
Lucky Dragons,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.