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 Germany and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 American Breed to the electroclash 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Jawbox,
Lungfish,
Liliput,
Suburban Knight,
The Trojans,
K-Klass,
ABC,
Country Teasers,
Brothers Johnson,
Howard Jones,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Pus,
Matthew Halsall,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ohio Players,
Tubeway Army,
Infiniti,
Cymande,
Grey Daturas,
Bush Tetras,
The Monochrome Set,
Neil Young,
Joey Negro,
AZ,
The Knickerbockers,
Lucky Dragons,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sonny Sharrock,
Metal Thangz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aswad,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fugs,
Dead Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Echospace,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Misunderstood,
Faust,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mad Mike,
Camouflage,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joyce Sims,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skriet,
The Happenings,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lalann,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Gang Dance,
Toni Rubio,
Black Moon,
Patti Smith,
Intrusion,
New Order,
Andrew Hill,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.