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 India and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin 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 The Velvet Underground to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Connie Case,
Average White Band,
The Modern Lovers,
The Index,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stiv Bators,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fall,
Chrome,
Icehouse,
Tommy Roe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Smog,
Minutemen,
Skarface,
The Durutti Column,
Josef K,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minnie Riperton,
James White and The Blacks,
Lyres,
Isaac Hayes,
The Evens,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gabor Szabo,
Marine Girls,
John Lydon,
Easy Going,
Sonic Youth,
Scrapy,
The Neon Judgement,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quadrant,
Ronan,
Deakin,
Funky Four + One,
The Sisters of Mercy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eli Mardock,
Traffic Nightmare,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Television,
Jawbox,
Eve St. Jones,
Camberwell Now,
Altered Images,
Tres Demented,
Goldenarms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
T.S.O.L.,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeff Mills,
Basic Channel,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soul Sonic Force,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cybotron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.