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 Belgium and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the techno 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Von Mondo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Inner City,
Blancmange,
The Durutti Column,
Sun Ra,
PIL,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Skatalites,
Godley & Creme,
David McCallum,
The Gladiators,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bang On A Can,
Black Moon,
The Blues Magoos,
Joey Negro,
Barry Ungar,
Chris Corsano,
Marcia Griffiths,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Associates,
The Residents,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Coltrane,
Camberwell Now,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Funky Four + One,
Gichy Dan,
Josef K,
Motorama,
Excepter,
Roy Ayers,
Banda Bassotti,
Neu!,
Aloha Tigers,
Wasted Youth,
Zapp,
Popol Vuh,
Simply Red,
Bootsy Collins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang of Four,
T. Rex,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cluster,
Hasil Adkins,
The Buckinghams,
Siglo XX,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Q65,
Skarface,
F. McDonald,
Todd Rundgren,
John Holt,
a-ha,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Tremeloes,
EPMD,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.