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 Israel and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Aural Exciters to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
MC5,
Negative Approach,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Danielle Patucci,
The Kinks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Reuben Wilson,
the Soft Cell,
Albert Ayler,
Marmalade,
The Doobie Brothers,
F. McDonald,
Leonard Cohen,
Eric Copeland,
Duran Duran,
The Music Machine,
Quadrant,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aswad,
Roger Hodgson,
Can,
The Techniques,
Basic Channel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Vladislav Delay,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mad Mike,
MDC,
Animal Collective,
Suicide,
Flipper,
Idris Muhammad,
Symarip,
The Beau Brummels,
Maurizio,
The Blues Magoos,
Iggy Pop,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Victims,
In Retrospect,
The Knickerbockers,
Index,
Bootsy Collins,
Hashim,
The Busters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roxy Music,
Ultravox,
E-Dancer,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Christie,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The New Christs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Loose Ends,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.