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 Kosovo and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Invisible to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cal Tjader,
Desert Stars,
Icehouse,
Brass Construction,
The New Christs,
T.S.O.L.,
The Vogues,
The Moody Blues,
Crispian St. Peters,
Young Marble Giants,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fatback Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Darondo,
Inner City,
The Golliwogs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joey Negro,
Tom Boy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Young Rascals,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Absolute Body Control,
Popol Vuh,
Lungfish,
Blancmange,
Nirvana,
Schoolly D,
Ossler,
Infiniti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Judy Mowatt,
Eric Copeland,
Subhumans,
Buzzcocks,
Talk Talk,
Panda Bear,
X-Ray Spex,
Soulsonic Force,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kerrie Biddell,
Second Layer,
Juan Atkins,
Nico,
Shoche,
Gregory Isaacs,
One Last Wish,
Chrome,
Junior Murvin,
A Certain Ratio,
Yazoo,
The Mojo Men,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mad Mike,
the Association,
Silicon Teens,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.