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 Uganda and from London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 X-101 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Toni Rubio,
Isaac Hayes,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeff Lynne,
Johnny Clarke,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Pus,
Ornette Coleman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Christie,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ronan,
The Divine Comedy,
Harry Pussy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pylon,
Stereo Dub,
Darondo,
Qualms,
Derrick May,
Khruangbin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Soft Cell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skarface,
Absolute Body Control,
Sarah Menescal,
John Holt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oneida,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fuzztones,
T.S.O.L.,
Agent Orange,
Maleditus Sound,
Icehouse,
The Busters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-Ray Spex,
Adolescents,
Blancmange,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Funkadelic,
Sam Rivers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brand Nubian,
T. Rex,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
EPMD,
Banda Bassotti,
Radiohead,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Victims,
Accadde A,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Reagan Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.