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 Grenada and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 Ossler to the disco 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Newcleus,
Scott Walker,
The Monochrome Set,
Electric Prunes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Whodini,
Schoolly D,
Depeche Mode,
Soul II Soul,
Second Layer,
Little Man,
Flipper,
Amon Düül II,
James White and The Blacks,
Barbara Tucker,
The Seeds,
The Names,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Cale,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Reuben Wilson,
the Germs,
The Doors,
Index,
Yaz,
DNA,
Shoche,
John Foxx,
Mad Mike,
Hashim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Albert Ayler,
Maleditus Sound,
Liliput,
The Dirtbombs,
Essential Logic,
Fugazi,
The Wake,
Tres Demented,
Thee Headcoats,
The Music Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Moody Blues,
Scratch Acid,
Hardrive,
Fat Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Blancmange,
H. Thieme,
Q65,
Motorama,
Man Parrish,
Echospace,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
June Days,
Lindisfarne,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.