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 Iran and from Shanghai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dead Boys to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Wire,
Japan,
Oneida,
T.S.O.L.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Derrick Morgan,
Con Funk Shun,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Holt,
Tim Buckley,
Wings,
Whodini,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jerry's Kids,
Marcia Griffiths,
Siglo XX,
Jeff Lynne,
Popol Vuh,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bronski Beat,
Matthew Halsall,
Mandrill,
Unrelated Segments,
Dark Day,
The J.B.'s,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Faust,
Glambeats Corp.,
Henry Cow,
The Cure,
Fugazi,
Wasted Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Malaria!,
Althea and Donna,
Radiohead,
The Skatalites,
Sandy B,
Barry Ungar,
Lalann,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sixth Finger,
Supertramp,
Tom Boy,
Magma,
The Vogues,
Clear Light,
Robert Hood,
The Techniques,
The Monks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rekid,
Faraquet,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Womack,
Von Mondo,
The Tremeloes,
Bill Near,
Brand Nubian,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.