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 Egypt and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Charles Mingus,
Marmalade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yazoo,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Womack,
DNA,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fortunes,
The Raincoats,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Music Machine,
The Fugs,
Eve St. Jones,
The Seeds,
The Blues Magoos,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun Ra,
Yellowson,
Royal Trux,
The Knickerbockers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Faraquet,
Black Pus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
This Heat,
Rufus Thomas,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Sherman,
Kerri Chandler,
Eden Ahbez,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Swans,
Infiniti,
Section 25,
The Invisible,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camouflage,
Scan 7,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Wake,
Hoover,
Animal Collective,
Fear,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter and Kerry,
Loose Ends,
Letta Mbulu,
The American Breed,
KRS-One,
Matthew Bourne,
Ornette Coleman,
The Five Americans,
Tubeway Army,
Curtis Mayfield,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grauzone,
Alton Ellis,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.