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 Colombia and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Henry Cow to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Unrelated Segments,
The Vogues,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Albert Ayler,
Soulsonic Force,
The Techniques,
The New Christs,
Gang Green,
The Kinks,
Aswad,
Amazonics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Buzzcocks,
Zero Boys,
Pylon,
Yazoo,
Guru Guru,
Kayak,
U.S. Maple,
Duran Duran,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bad Manners,
Joensuu 1685,
Spoonie Gee,
Soft Machine,
Jeru the Damaja,
Throbbing Gristle,
Agent Orange,
London Community Gospel Choir,
KRS-One,
Jandek,
Steve Hackett,
Todd Terry,
Howard Jones,
Funkadelic,
Clear Light,
Angry Samoans,
Mo-Dettes,
Arthur Verocai,
Nas,
The Fortunes,
Pantytec,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
F. McDonald,
Adolescents,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lakeside,
Cheater Slicks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Buckinghams,
Cameo,
Bluetip,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kenny Larkin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Sherman,
The Evens,
Minor Threat,
John Lydon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.