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 United Kingdom and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rufus Thomas to the crunk 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
The Fugs,
Ken Boothe,
The Searchers,
The Electric Prunes,
Alphaville,
Prince Buster,
Wings,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Shoche,
The Slits,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cymande,
Sam Rivers,
Monks,
Rotary Connection,
Japan,
Cybotron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Albert Ayler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Trojans,
Roxette,
Liliput,
Scan 7,
Banda Bassotti,
Con Funk Shun,
Kas Product,
Bauhaus,
Dawn Penn,
Avey Tare,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marmalade,
Magma,
Letta Mbulu,
Delta 5,
Kerri Chandler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mo-Dettes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Dirtbombs,
Inner City,
Cluster,
Average White Band,
The Fire Engines,
Minor Threat,
Loose Ends,
Freddie Wadling,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fatback Band,
Bronski Beat,
the Association,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thee Headcoats,
Harry Pussy,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.