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 Brunei and from New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fugs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Toni Rubio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yellowson,
Simply Red,
Half Japanese,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crime,
Spandau Ballet,
The Techniques,
The Doors,
Maurizio,
PIL,
Buzzcocks,
Fugazi,
Monks,
Sam Rivers,
The Walker Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
Duran Duran,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Whodini,
The Sound,
The Seeds,
Blossom Toes,
Connie Case,
Aswad,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pantaleimon,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cramps,
Steve Hackett,
Das Ding,
The Wake,
Popol Vuh,
Cymande,
Mo-Dettes,
Procol Harum,
Niagra,
The Durutti Column,
The Cowsills,
Nils Olav,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Associates,
Audionom,
Terry Callier,
T. Rex,
The Pretty Things,
The New Christs,
Little Man,
MC5,
Moby Grape,
JFA,
The Moleskins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Peter and Kerry,
Aloha Tigers,
Isaac Hayes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pagans,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.