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 Solomon Islands and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 Charles Mingus to the electroclash 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
the Germs,
Shuggie Otis,
Lakeside,
Aaron Thompson,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed,
X-102,
Lightning Bolt,
OOIOO,
The Cowsills,
Bob Dylan,
The Cure,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Easy Going,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Reagan Youth,
Faraquet,
Sister Nancy,
Flash Fearless,
Byron Stingily,
Ludus,
Derrick May,
Nas,
Donny Hathaway,
Electric Prunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pulsallama,
Chrome,
Camouflage,
Pylon,
The Moody Blues,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mojo Men,
Soul II Soul,
Crispy Ambulance,
Duran Duran,
Marshall Jefferson,
Q65,
Mo-Dettes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Parry Music,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bad Manners,
Quadrant,
Organ,
Ronan,
Cameo,
Babytalk,
Theoretical Girls,
Shoche,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eli Mardock,
Isaac Hayes,
Intrusion,
Rod Modell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.