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 Nigeria and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Leonard Cohen to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
The Gladiators,
Fluxion,
This Heat,
Colin Newman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mr. Review,
D'Angelo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Max Romeo,
Slave,
R.M.O.,
The Sonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minor Threat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dawn Penn,
Depeche Mode,
Brass Construction,
Pere Ubu,
Bad Manners,
Ludus,
Alton Ellis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rosa Yemen,
Shoche,
Warren Ellis,
Aaron Thompson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Arab on Radar,
Massinfluence,
Severed Heads,
Whodini,
The Vogues,
Yazoo,
Minny Pops,
The Names,
June of 44,
Heaven 17,
Laurel Aitken,
Simply Red,
Crooked Eye,
Scott Walker,
Lungfish,
Eurythmics,
Masters at Work,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hashim,
Sight & Sound,
Henry Cow,
Thompson Twins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
U.S. Maple,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fire Engines,
Procol Harum,
The Wake,
Absolute Body Control,
Davy DMX,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.