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 Portugal and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Spoonie Gee to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Loose Ends,
Television Personalities,
Max Romeo,
Dark Day,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fall,
Sandy B,
Graham Central Station,
The Black Dice,
Freddie Wadling,
Jeru the Damaja,
Vainqueur,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Selecter,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Pus,
The Divine Comedy,
The Residents,
Peter and Kerry,
Faust,
Little Man,
Robert Wyatt,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pagans,
Eden Ahbez,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Searchers,
Theoretical Girls,
Quando Quango,
Whodini,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deepchord,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bronski Beat,
Sixth Finger,
Flash Fearless,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Remains,
Jandek,
Alison Limerick,
Ludus,
The Busters,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Germs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Henry Cow,
Q65,
The Slits,
K-Klass,
Dennis Brown,
The Slackers,
Toni Rubio,
The Red Krayola,
Circle Jerks,
Jacob Miller,
Soft Cell,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.