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 Chad and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar 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 Thompson Twins to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Green,
Bluetip,
Rod Modell,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Foxx,
Simply Red,
Robert Hood,
A Certain Ratio,
Quadrant,
Judy Mowatt,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Busters,
Schoolly D,
John Holt,
Max Romeo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Trojans,
Section 25,
Little Man,
The New Christs,
The Gun Club,
Fatback Band,
Drexciya,
Symarip,
Junior Murvin,
The Last Poets,
Saccharine Trust,
Anthony Braxton,
Minutemen,
MC5,
Eric Copeland,
The Standells,
The Monks,
The Seeds,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultra Naté,
Siglo XX,
The Doors,
Zapp,
The Modern Lovers,
Soft Machine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Negative Approach,
The Dead C,
The Selecter,
Mad Mike,
Janne Schatter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Slave,
Crooked Eye,
Davy DMX,
The Associates,
Massinfluence,
Barrington Levy,
Ralphi Rosario,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.