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 Gabon and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Five Americans to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Matthew Bourne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Siglo XX,
the Swans,
Spandau Ballet,
Lucky Dragons,
Camberwell Now,
Rekid,
New Order,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Invisible,
Dennis Brown,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sugar Minott,
Kerri Chandler,
10cc,
KRS-One,
Liliput,
The Fugs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Patti Smith,
Fad Gadget,
The Monks,
The Raincoats,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crash Course in Science,
A Certain Ratio,
The Divine Comedy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tim Buckley,
Frankie Knuckles,
Television Personalities,
Gichy Dan,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultravox,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ponytail,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Loose Ends,
Godley & Creme,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Wyatt,
Quadrant,
Joe Finger,
Eve St. Jones,
Rapeman,
Brass Construction,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Maurizio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boredoms,
Crooked Eye,
Theoretical Girls,
Scan 7,
Chris & Cosey,
Connie Case,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.