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 Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
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 marimba 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 Barry Ungar to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '50s 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 Stockholm Monsters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Derrick May,
Moss Icon,
Stiv Bators,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ralphi Rosario,
The American Breed,
The Standells,
The Names,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cybotron,
Pole,
Pere Ubu,
The Seeds,
Jerry's Kids,
Jacob Miller,
Jandek,
Marmalade,
Fad Gadget,
Model 500,
the Bar-Kays,
The Modern Lovers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Subhumans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pagans,
Sugar Minott,
ABBA,
The Neon Judgement,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thompson Twins,
Franke,
Sex Pistols,
the Slits,
Max Romeo,
Drexciya,
Tropical Tobacco,
Don Cherry,
Can,
Morten Harket,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mars,
Interpol,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fortunes,
Pantaleimon,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Sound,
Animal Collective,
Joensuu 1685,
The Birthday Party,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harry Pussy,
The Zeros,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Invisible,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Unwound,
Roger Hodgson,
Moebius,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.