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 Denmark and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 James White and The Blacks to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
The Doors,
The Raincoats,
Iggy Pop,
Rosa Yemen,
Youth Brigade,
Ossler,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun City Girls,
OOIOO,
Peter & Gordon,
Easy Going,
The Standells,
The Litter,
Con Funk Shun,
Deadbeat,
Parry Music,
Skriet,
Rufus Thomas,
Lungfish,
The Zeros,
Silicon Teens,
The Move,
Arcadia,
Rotary Connection,
kango's stein massive,
Dawn Penn,
Yaz,
Talk Talk,
In Retrospect,
Joensuu 1685,
Funky Four + One,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Warren Ellis,
Yellowson,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-Ray Spex,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-102,
The Skatalites,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scott Walker,
The Fire Engines,
DJ Sneak,
Black Pus,
Eurythmics,
Roxette,
Gerry Rafferty,
Isaac Hayes,
Wolf Eyes,
Dual Sessions,
Sister Nancy,
Maurizio,
Ohio Players,
Pere Ubu,
Sound Behaviour,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kerrie Biddell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hardrive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.