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 Nigeria and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Prince Buster to the punk 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Das Ding,
The Residents,
The Techniques,
The Pretty Things,
Boz Scaggs,
Make Up,
The Real Kids,
The Kinks,
X-Ray Spex,
Adolescents,
Joensuu 1685,
KRS-One,
Bluetip,
Faust,
Arcadia,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Victims,
James White and The Blacks,
Masters at Work,
Sun City Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cecil Taylor,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lucky Dragons,
Babytalk,
The Saints,
Erykah Badu,
Infiniti,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radiopuhelimet,
Byron Stingily,
Soulsonic Force,
Fugazi,
Mars,
The Star Department,
Wire,
Black Sheep,
Shuggie Otis,
Q65,
Blancmange,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nik Kershaw,
Steve Hackett,
Amazonics,
The Human League,
Brass Construction,
The Red Krayola,
Eve St. Jones,
Albert Ayler,
Los Fastidios,
Moby Grape,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Max Romeo,
Sixth Finger,
Aswad,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.