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 Guinea and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joe Finger to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Jacob Miller,
Trumans Water,
Soulsonic Force,
Boredoms,
Nik Kershaw,
Marc Almond,
The Associates,
Subhumans,
Funky Four + One,
Josef K,
B.T. Express,
The Zeros,
Procol Harum,
Faraquet,
Minny Pops,
Joe Finger,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bronski Beat,
Don Cherry,
JFA,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Royal Trux,
Cal Tjader,
Sällskapet,
Animal Collective,
The Walker Brothers,
Japan,
U.S. Maple,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
Man Parrish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Unwound,
MC5,
Sight & Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Guru Guru,
Grauzone,
Lalann,
Bad Manners,
FM Einheit,
Howard Jones,
Banda Bassotti,
The Toasters,
Joe Smooth,
Wasted Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Goldenarms,
Bauhaus,
Motorama,
Jawbox,
Robert Wyatt,
James White and The Blacks,
Y Pants,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ronan,
Steve Hackett,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.