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 Zimbabwe and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
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 sitar 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 Animal Collective to the rock 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crime,
Sällskapet,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
James White and The Blacks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Byrd,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Vogues,
Subhumans,
Urselle,
New York Dolls,
John Holt,
Soulsonic Force,
Blancmange,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Motions,
The Seeds,
The Buckinghams,
The Monks,
Sonic Youth,
Bang On A Can,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tomorrow,
A Certain Ratio,
Pere Ubu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fall,
Skaos,
DJ Sneak,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Wake,
Index,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Lydon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Heaven 17,
The Golliwogs,
Von Mondo,
Alice Coltrane,
Niagra,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Sherman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tres Demented,
Wolf Eyes,
Radiohead,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Andrew Hill,
Ten City,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joy Division,
Laurel Aitken,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.