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 Armenia and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 Bizarre Inc. to the grime 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camberwell Now,
Eric Dolphy,
Sandy B,
Bronski Beat,
Outsiders,
Rekid,
Patti Smith,
Buzzcocks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joe Finger,
Skaos,
Cecil Taylor,
Davy DMX,
T.S.O.L.,
Tears for Fears,
Funkadelic,
Fad Gadget,
Bluetip,
The Kinks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Slackers,
the Bar-Kays,
Crime,
Black Moon,
Ornette Coleman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Inner City,
Rites of Spring,
Zero Boys,
Ituana,
Lightning Bolt,
Shoche,
The Evens,
Ultra Naté,
Anthony Braxton,
Camouflage,
Liliput,
Schoolly D,
Flipper,
John Coltrane,
Young Marble Giants,
CMW,
The Trojans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Banda Bassotti,
The American Breed,
Sonny Sharrock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Barracudas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Altered Images,
Scan 7,
The Searchers,
The Residents,
Black Pus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kayak,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grauzone,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.