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 Austria and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
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 Donald Fagen 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 Doors to the electroclash 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Cheater Slicks,
Alton Ellis,
L. Decosne,
Los Fastidios,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Matthew Bourne,
KRS-One,
Ice-T,
Boz Scaggs,
8 Eyed Spy,
F. McDonald,
Surgeon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rites of Spring,
Tomorrow,
The Buckinghams,
Bush Tetras,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Residents,
Pulsallama,
Heaven 17,
Prince Buster,
Massinfluence,
Albert Ayler,
Pet Shop Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Unwound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Y Pants,
Janne Schatter,
DJ Style,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Colin Newman,
Maleditus Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Popol Vuh,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scratch Acid,
Suicide,
Infiniti,
Babytalk,
DNA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Television,
Morten Harket,
Nils Olav,
Panda Bear,
EPMD,
Accadde A,
The Dirtbombs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fela Kuti,
The Litter,
Sex Pistols,
Royal Trux,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.