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 Ecuador and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin 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 Subhumans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ 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 güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Saints,
Lakeside,
Steve Hackett,
kango's stein massive,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DJ Sneak,
Zapp,
Technova,
Bob Dylan,
Grauzone,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Remains,
Inner City,
Japan,
The Trojans,
Quando Quango,
Mark Hollis,
Camouflage,
Derrick Morgan,
Model 500,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jawbox,
Soulsonic Force,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cramps,
Absolute Body Control,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Michelle Simonal,
Barbara Tucker,
Marine Girls,
Echospace,
Black Flag,
Kas Product,
Judy Mowatt,
La Düsseldorf,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fire Engines,
Ponytail,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roxy Music,
Tim Buckley,
Dark Day,
The Slits,
The Velvet Underground,
Tres Demented,
The Residents,
Vladislav Delay,
The Five Americans,
Easy Going,
Chris & Cosey,
Don Cherry,
Monolake,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dawn Penn,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobbi Humphrey,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.