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 Jordan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gang of Four to the grunge 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Sherman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Oblivians,
Niagra,
Eve St. Jones,
Scientists,
Kool Moe Dee,
Make Up,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joe Finger,
Robert Wyatt,
Radiohead,
Camberwell Now,
Don Cherry,
T.S.O.L.,
Audionom,
The Fuzztones,
FM Einheit,
Jerry's Kids,
Sexual Harrassment,
Drive Like Jehu,
DJ Sneak,
Inner City,
The Cure,
Crooked Eye,
Matthew Bourne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Circle Jerks,
Guru Guru,
Rites of Spring,
Alphaville,
The J.B.'s,
Quadrant,
Byron Stingily,
The Fortunes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
F. McDonald,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roger Hodgson,
Porter Ricks,
The Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brass Construction,
Ossler,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fatback Band,
Parry Music,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Judy Mowatt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
E-Dancer,
DNA,
John Lydon,
Clear Light,
Shoche,
Pole,
the Swans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harmonia,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.