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 Mexico and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
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 guitar 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 Slackers to the jazz 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Nirvana,
The Invisible,
Darondo,
Whodini,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Durutti Column,
Icehouse,
Second Layer,
The Dave Clark Five,
Guru Guru,
Blossom Toes,
The Neon Judgement,
June Days,
World's Most,
Gang of Four,
Alton Ellis,
The Fugs,
Peter and Kerry,
Marc Almond,
Livin' Joy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Byrd,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fugazi,
Janne Schatter,
PIL,
Supertramp,
Sixth Finger,
Todd Terry,
X-101,
Ice-T,
Liliput,
Little Man,
The J.B.'s,
Anthony Braxton,
DJ Style,
Bobby Womack,
Robert Hood,
The Remains,
The Modern Lovers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Surgeon,
The Knickerbockers,
Man Parrish,
Dawn Penn,
Alison Limerick,
Ituana,
Al Stewart,
Radiohead,
the Fania All-Stars,
Moby Grape,
Zero Boys,
FM Einheit,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bauhaus,
David McCallum,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.