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 Thailand and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
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 mellotron 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 Royal Trux to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Yusef Lateef,
Spandau Ballet,
Joey Negro,
Crooked Eye,
DJ Style,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Monochrome Set,
Blake Baxter,
Kenny Larkin,
Theoretical Girls,
Ice-T,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ornette Coleman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pulsallama,
The Evens,
Todd Terry,
Unwound,
The Dave Clark Five,
In Retrospect,
Pere Ubu,
Shuggie Otis,
Bluetip,
The Red Krayola,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lungfish,
Nick Fraelich,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Drive Like Jehu,
10cc,
Flipper,
The Five Americans,
Barbara Tucker,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Association,
Fat Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Shoche,
Half Japanese,
Scratch Acid,
Jandek,
Clear Light,
Japan,
Duran Duran,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Judy Mowatt,
Pantaleimon,
Aaron Thompson,
Buzzcocks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Suicide,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Howard Jones,
Nico,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.