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 Guinea-Bissau and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Beau Brummels to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Section 25,
Brick,
Rekid,
James White and The Blacks,
Drexciya,
Jacques Brel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tubeway Army,
Cymande,
Negative Approach,
The Leaves,
Sex Pistols,
Mr. Review,
Fugazi,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Womack,
Monks,
Con Funk Shun,
Faraquet,
AZ,
Mandrill,
Zero Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
The Offenders,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aural Exciters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Faust,
DNA,
Symarip,
Ponytail,
Circle Jerks,
The Monochrome Set,
Hasil Adkins,
Tres Demented,
The Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Main Source,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sonic Youth,
The Fall,
The Moleskins,
Stiv Bators,
Prince Buster,
Easy Going,
Grauzone,
Bill Wells,
Henry Cow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fad Gadget,
John Coltrane,
Liliput,
Urselle,
The Martian,
John Lydon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.