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 Libya and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the grunge 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Mark Hollis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mars,
New York Dolls,
The Leaves,
Index,
Television,
Warren Ellis,
Archie Shepp,
Sound Behaviour,
The Seeds,
Pulsallama,
Average White Band,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Byrd,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Normal,
The Fuzztones,
Lalann,
Robert Wyatt,
The Slits,
Gang Starr,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Buckinghams,
Gichy Dan,
The Tremeloes,
Sonic Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
Maleditus Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
T.S.O.L.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Half Japanese,
Albert Ayler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Urselle,
Harmonia,
Zero Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Technova,
The Happenings,
Absolute Body Control,
Erykah Badu,
Eurythmics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marmalade,
a-ha,
Nirvana,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Make Up,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Q and Not U,
Scientists,
Minny Pops,
Yellowson,
Soul II Soul,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Reed,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.