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 Hungary and from Glasgow.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Pharoah Sanders to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
The Gun Club,
The Golliwogs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Searchers,
Fatback Band,
Alison Limerick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Outsiders,
Nils Olav,
Bronski Beat,
Lower 48,
Jeff Mills,
The Gories,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tears for Fears,
Oneida,
Ice-T,
Terry Callier,
Piero Umiliani,
Lightning Bolt,
X-Ray Spex,
Fela Kuti,
Isaac Hayes,
Altered Images,
The Wake,
Livin' Joy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cure,
Rufus Thomas,
Cal Tjader,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neu!,
Intrusion,
Quando Quango,
Suicide,
Index,
The Busters,
Suburban Knight,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Alarm Clocks,
Boredoms,
Junior Murvin,
Franke,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Trojans,
Blossom Toes,
Lalann,
Section 25,
Jacques Brel,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Zeros,
Amon Düül,
Todd Terry,
Boz Scaggs,
Pylon,
Rosa Yemen,
Barbara Tucker,
Deepchord,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.