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 Azerbaijan 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 The Count Five to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
L. Decosne,
The Busters,
June of 44,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yaz,
Absolute Body Control,
Dark Day,
Glenn Branca,
Bootsy Collins,
The Names,
Nas,
Hashim,
Anakelly,
Index,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Warren Ellis,
Unwound,
the Slits,
Parry Music,
A Flock of Seagulls,
kango's stein massive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Franke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moebius,
Buzzcocks,
CMW,
La Düsseldorf,
The Pretty Things,
Todd Rundgren,
Alice Coltrane,
Arcadia,
Liliput,
Banda Bassotti,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pere Ubu,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Searchers,
Basic Channel,
The Standells,
Nik Kershaw,
Slick Rick,
D'Angelo,
Chris & Cosey,
The Monochrome Set,
Tomorrow,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Womack,
Royal Trux,
LL Cool J,
Throbbing Gristle,
Q65,
Moby Grape,
OOIOO,
Ultra Naté,
Mark Hollis,
Moss Icon,
Jeff Lynne,
Procol Harum,
The Invisible,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.