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 Sri Lanka and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Lagos and Bologna.
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 güiro 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 Toasters to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pole,
Bad Manners,
Slave,
Scratch Acid,
John Coltrane,
Harry Pussy,
The Gladiators,
Malaria!,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tom Boy,
The Smiths,
Average White Band,
The Count Five,
Agent Orange,
cv313,
The Fortunes,
Los Fastidios,
Babytalk,
Negative Approach,
The Names,
Niagra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeff Lynne,
Pierre Henry,
John Cale,
Byron Stingily,
Blancmange,
B.T. Express,
Mark Hollis,
Little Man,
Public Enemy,
Funkadelic,
Fluxion,
Eric Dolphy,
The Knickerbockers,
Cheater Slicks,
Fugazi,
Matthew Halsall,
Arcadia,
DJ Sneak,
Gerry Rafferty,
Delon & Dalcan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Country Teasers,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gun Club,
Scion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Moleskins,
Massinfluence,
Deakin,
E-Dancer,
Connie Case,
Amon Düül,
Bill Wells,
Stockholm Monsters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
KRS-One,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Todd Rundgren,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.