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 Nauru and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 48th St. Collective to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Janne Schatter,
The American Breed,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mars,
The Cramps,
EPMD,
Swans,
The Evens,
Sex Pistols,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ken Boothe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The New Christs,
Echospace,
Soft Machine,
Davy DMX,
Kevin Saunderson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sun Ra,
Tom Boy,
Lightning Bolt,
Sugar Minott,
Black Flag,
Sam Rivers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Sherman,
The Barracudas,
Todd Terry,
The Saints,
The Mummies,
Animal Collective,
The Music Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gichy Dan,
Spoonie Gee,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Womack,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Christie,
The Techniques,
Pole,
Maurizio,
The Cure,
Jacob Miller,
Negative Approach,
Bob Dylan,
Porter Ricks,
John Holt,
Junior Murvin,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Grandmaster Flash,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
R.M.O.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Patti Smith,
Interpol,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.