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 Russia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Eden Ahbez,
Second Layer,
The Smoke,
Jacob Miller,
Lungfish,
Crash Course in Science,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Invisible,
The Flesh Eaters,
Massinfluence,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Animal Collective,
Alison Limerick,
Alton Ellis,
Black Flag,
The Index,
Crooked Eye,
Warsaw,
The Move,
World's Most,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Seeds,
The Buckinghams,
The Evens,
Q and Not U,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David Bowie,
Kurtis Blow,
48th St. Collective,
The Slackers,
DNA,
Deakin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cal Tjader,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
ABC,
Althea and Donna,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter & Gordon,
AZ,
The Victims,
Dual Sessions,
FM Einheit,
Gichy Dan,
Make Up,
China Crisis,
Iggy Pop,
Lindisfarne,
Jerry's Kids,
The Happenings,
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Wyatt,
Stetsasonic,
Brass Construction,
Kayak,
In Retrospect,
Jandek,
The Gap Band,
Sun City Girls,
The Golliwogs,
The Names,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.