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 China and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Monks to the disco 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Quantec,
Alice Coltrane,
Mad Mike,
New Order,
Hashim,
Flipper,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kaleidoscope,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Maurizio,
The Moleskins,
Amon Düül,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ponytail,
Sex Pistols,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Circle Jerks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alton Ellis,
kango's stein massive,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pagans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Alarm Clocks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marine Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Moby Grape,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minny Pops,
D'Angelo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Names,
The J.B.'s,
Television,
Donny Hathaway,
Iggy Pop,
Hardrive,
This Heat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barbara Tucker,
the Human League,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eurythmics,
Avey Tare,
PIL,
Glenn Branca,
Byron Stingily,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rakim,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fortunes,
Absolute Body Control,
Can,
Banda Bassotti,
The Music Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.