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 Yemen and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Brothers Johnson to the crunk 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Groovy Waters,
Pussy Galore,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fear,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Human League,
Peter and Kerry,
Charles Mingus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brothers Johnson,
Henry Cow,
Faraquet,
X-Ray Spex,
Drexciya,
Roy Ayers,
The Evens,
Wings,
Arcadia,
Heaven 17,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Christie,
The Fall,
The Modern Lovers,
Connie Case,
Pagans,
Intrusion,
Kaleidoscope,
Sandy B,
Reagan Youth,
These Immortal Souls,
Shuggie Otis,
Fat Boys,
David McCallum,
Crash Course in Science,
Ituana,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Invisible,
Albert Ayler,
New Age Steppers,
Swans,
The Fortunes,
Robert Hood,
Scrapy,
The Zeros,
Peter & Gordon,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Count Five,
Terry Callier,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Negative Approach,
Janne Schatter,
Bush Tetras,
Archie Shepp,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.