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 Tonga and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Agent Orange to the disco 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultra Naté,
Ornette Coleman,
Sarah Menescal,
the Bar-Kays,
Barbara Tucker,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tres Demented,
Throbbing Gristle,
Judy Mowatt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Anakelly,
The Knickerbockers,
JFA,
The Gories,
Swans,
Nirvana,
Fort Wilson Riot,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grauzone,
The Dead C,
Circle Jerks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Subhumans,
Average White Band,
Quadrant,
Al Stewart,
Sexual Harrassment,
MC5,
The Vogues,
The Wake,
Nico,
The Pretty Things,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mojo Men,
Jeff Lynne,
Wings,
Smog,
Ronan,
The Black Dice,
Neil Young,
The Pop Group,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Stooges,
Amazonics,
Basic Channel,
Au Pairs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bill Wells,
The Monks,
Rites of Spring,
Warren Ellis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
48th St. Collective,
Infiniti,
The Raincoats,
Dawn Penn,
Isaac Hayes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.