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 Estonia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
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 spring reverb 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 Deadbeat to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Angry Samoans,
Hashim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Inner City,
Skriet,
Warsaw,
Boogie Down Productions,
Judy Mowatt,
Clear Light,
EPMD,
The Moleskins,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Malaria!,
Joyce Sims,
Jacob Miller,
The Saints,
Ronan,
Wasted Youth,
the Soft Cell,
Essential Logic,
David Axelrod,
The Divine Comedy,
John Holt,
Aswad,
Main Source,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Count Five,
Schoolly D,
Bad Manners,
Crash Course in Science,
Soulsonic Force,
Scan 7,
The Monochrome Set,
Livin' Joy,
Unrelated Segments,
New York Dolls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Half Japanese,
Cymande,
Dual Sessions,
Ituana,
X-Ray Spex,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brass Construction,
The Index,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nas,
Mo-Dettes,
Procol Harum,
Von Mondo,
Babytalk,
Black Bananas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jacques Brel,
Mission of Burma,
Kerri Chandler,
Excepter,
Interpol,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.