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 Somalia and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Harry Pussy to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kurtis Blow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Anakelly,
Inner City,
Rites of Spring,
Fatback Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grauzone,
Cal Tjader,
Steve Hackett,
Agent Orange,
Fluxion,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Q and Not U,
Faust,
Tim Buckley,
Marine Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harry Pussy,
The Angels of Light,
Country Teasers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sparks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Babytalk,
The Young Rascals,
Alison Limerick,
Minnie Riperton,
Talk Talk,
Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick Morgan,
Soul II Soul,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Detroit Cobras,
Subhumans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dark Day,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Lydon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Glenn Branca,
New York Dolls,
Bill Near,
Spandau Ballet,
Sex Pistols,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
ABBA,
Ultra Naté,
X-102,
Make Up,
Smog,
Unwound,
New Age Steppers,
The Moleskins,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.