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 Kazakhstan and from London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 The Dirtbombs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Magazine,
Danielle Patucci,
Los Fastidios,
Public Image Ltd.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neu!,
KRS-One,
Ornette Coleman,
Clear Light,
Barbara Tucker,
Niagra,
Pierre Henry,
Subhumans,
Stiv Bators,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gladiators,
Ponytail,
The Doobie Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Essential Logic,
Albert Ayler,
Godley & Creme,
Metal Thangz,
The Skatalites,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mo-Dettes,
The Music Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bush Tetras,
The American Breed,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cure,
Lyres,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fuzztones,
Moby Grape,
The Birthday Party,
Brass Construction,
Alison Limerick,
Buzzcocks,
Letta Mbulu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Little Man,
ABBA,
Country Teasers,
Can,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun City Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Kevin Saunderson,
E-Dancer,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Electric Prunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Martian,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nirvana,
Scrapy,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.