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 Grenada and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 Second Layer to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
B.T. Express,
The Zeros,
David Bowie,
Ornette Coleman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Monolake,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Laurel Aitken,
The Doors,
Television Personalities,
Aloha Tigers,
Dual Sessions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mo-Dettes,
Half Japanese,
La Düsseldorf,
Audionom,
Urselle,
Trumans Water,
Skriet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kurtis Blow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gladiators,
Prince Buster,
John Cale,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pussy Galore,
Eve St. Jones,
Saccharine Trust,
Moss Icon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Shoche,
Marmalade,
Matthew Halsall,
Steve Hackett,
MDC,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Seeds,
The Slits,
Metal Thangz,
Yusef Lateef,
the Human League,
Black Flag,
Gang Starr,
The Blues Magoos,
Basic Channel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Y Pants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Graham Central Station,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Circle Jerks,
Excepter,
Oblivians,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Anthony Braxton,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Raincoats,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.