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 Guatemala and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dark Day to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Robert Wyatt,
Donald Byrd,
Ice-T,
Lou Christie,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cybotron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vainqueur,
Excepter,
Letta Mbulu,
The Golliwogs,
Lightning Bolt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oneida,
Shuggie Otis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Matthew Bourne,
Fluxion,
JFA,
Black Flag,
Idris Muhammad,
Archie Shepp,
Hasil Adkins,
H. Thieme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gong,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kurtis Blow,
Depeche Mode,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mummies,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Bananas,
The Young Rascals,
Anthony Braxton,
The Walker Brothers,
Connie Case,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alice Coltrane,
Soulsonic Force,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bob Dylan,
Peter & Gordon,
Sam Rivers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Michelle Simonal,
Darondo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun City Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kaleidoscope,
Severed Heads,
The Pretty Things,
Agent Orange,
Aswad,
The New Christs,
Von Mondo,
The Martian,
Suicide,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.