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 Switzerland and from Spokane.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe 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 T.S.O.L. to the funk 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Accadde A,
The Victims,
The Slackers,
Goldenarms,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Soft Cell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quando Quango,
Cybotron,
Funkadelic,
Prince Buster,
Flipper,
Warren Ellis,
F. McDonald,
Loose Ends,
Toni Rubio,
Ohio Players,
Can,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kurtis Blow,
Young Marble Giants,
Rod Modell,
kango's stein massive,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Electric Prunes,
Cal Tjader,
Cecil Taylor,
Guru Guru,
Nico,
The Mummies,
Minny Pops,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-Ray Spex,
Tomorrow,
Index,
Los Fastidios,
Colin Newman,
Cameo,
Whodini,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blossom Toes,
Tom Boy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Unwound,
Massinfluence,
The Doors,
Donny Hathaway,
Qualms,
David McCallum,
Basic Channel,
The Moleskins,
The Real Kids,
The Wake,
the Fania All-Stars,
Charles Mingus,
The Count Five,
Alison Limerick,
Scan 7,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.