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 Bangladesh and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Manchester and Bologna.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Gabor Szabo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
A Certain Ratio,
Suicide,
Eden Ahbez,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Searchers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gichy Dan,
Goldenarms,
B.T. Express,
Marcia Griffiths,
Excepter,
Neil Young,
Sound Behaviour,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fatback Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amazonics,
The Star Department,
The Gap Band,
Supertramp,
Fad Gadget,
Rapeman,
Infiniti,
the Association,
La Düsseldorf,
Nils Olav,
The Tremeloes,
Delta 5,
Loose Ends,
T. Rex,
Bobby Womack,
The Detroit Cobras,
Smog,
Wasted Youth,
Pet Shop Boys,
June of 44,
Gregory Isaacs,
Todd Terry,
Dennis Brown,
Hoover,
Blossom Toes,
Roxette,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joensuu 1685,
The Moody Blues,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boredoms,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scrapy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Hood,
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Blake Baxter,
Johnny Clarke,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Wake,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.