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 Gabon and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the punk 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Godley & Creme,
Flash Fearless,
The Remains,
The Smoke,
Q65,
The Leaves,
Colin Newman,
Cameo,
Fela Kuti,
the Germs,
Section 25,
MC5,
Spoonie Gee,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Association,
Marshall Jefferson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
X-102,
The Slits,
The Fall,
Darondo,
Mantronix,
Oblivians,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sugar Minott,
Ossler,
Surgeon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scion,
The Real Kids,
the Bar-Kays,
Scan 7,
Mark Hollis,
KRS-One,
Tubeway Army,
Bill Near,
The Mummies,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Spandau Ballet,
Visage,
The Gap Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Erykah Badu,
The Five Americans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chris & Cosey,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Talk Talk,
Gang of Four,
Stetsasonic,
The Slackers,
World's Most,
Fad Gadget,
David Axelrod,
Nirvana,
The Monks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.