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 Laos and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Ice-T to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sonic Youth,
Surgeon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultravox,
Sexual Harrassment,
Reuben Wilson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joe Smooth,
MC5,
Joy Division,
Lou Christie,
Public Image Ltd.,
Masters at Work,
Essential Logic,
Au Pairs,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter & Gordon,
the Soft Cell,
Mars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Durutti Column,
the Slits,
The Moleskins,
Porter Ricks,
Robert Hood,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roger Hodgson,
Yellowson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
Tres Demented,
Intrusion,
The Young Rascals,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Donny Hathaway,
Kaleidoscope,
Guru Guru,
cv313,
Bob Dylan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Leaves,
Magma,
Bobby Womack,
Soulsonic Force,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Johnny Clarke,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gabor Szabo,
Derrick Morgan,
Thompson Twins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Freddie Wadling,
Crispian St. Peters,
La Düsseldorf,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.