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 Madagascar and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Harpers Bizarre to the crunk 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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
John Foxx,
The New Christs,
Electric Prunes,
Joensuu 1685,
Amon Düül,
Stereo Dub,
H. Thieme,
T. Rex,
Whodini,
New Age Steppers,
The Grass Roots,
Goldenarms,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minny Pops,
Pantaleimon,
Royal Trux,
The Trojans,
Flash Fearless,
Surgeon,
Bang On A Can,
Half Japanese,
Matthew Halsall,
John Cale,
Lou Reed,
The Slackers,
Thompson Twins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Zero Boys,
The Star Department,
Barry Ungar,
Jeru the Damaja,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Smiths,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
John Lydon,
MDC,
Rakim,
Qualms,
Pylon,
Bluetip,
Harmonia,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Suicide,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Swans,
Boz Scaggs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Bar-Kays,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Real Kids,
Theoretical Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Ohio Players,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gong,
Eric Dolphy,
Tom Boy,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.