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 South Africa and from Halifax.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 X-102 to the punk 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Rapeman,
The Motions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Davy DMX,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The J.B.'s,
AZ,
the Swans,
Main Source,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang Green,
The Standells,
Blossom Toes,
Supertramp,
Can,
R.M.O.,
Marmalade,
Dave Gahan,
Unwound,
Henry Cow,
a-ha,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skaos,
Guru Guru,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Donny Hathaway,
Sex Pistols,
B.T. Express,
Excepter,
Smog,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stetsasonic,
Rekid,
The Slits,
MDC,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camberwell Now,
The Star Department,
H. Thieme,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moebius,
Panda Bear,
The Seeds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Juan Atkins,
The Raincoats,
Gerry Rafferty,
LL Cool J,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Reuben Wilson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mission of Burma,
X-101,
Make Up,
Heaven 17,
Visage,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roxy Music,
Todd Terry,
Eric Copeland,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.