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 Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Tokyo and Lagos.
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 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 Thee Headcoats to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flipper,
Masters at Work,
Glenn Branca,
Nas,
Warsaw,
Kurtis Blow,
Young Marble Giants,
Brass Construction,
Panda Bear,
Underground Resistance,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Goldenarms,
John Lydon,
Faust,
Skarface,
Nik Kershaw,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deakin,
Lyres,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ralphi Rosario,
Duran Duran,
The Grass Roots,
The Dirtbombs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tubeway Army,
Traffic Nightmare,
T. Rex,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Green,
Nick Fraelich,
The Vogues,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Bananas,
Swell Maps,
Lucky Dragons,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Pretty Things,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed,
The Five Americans,
Main Source,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Whodini,
ABBA,
The Sound,
Althea and Donna,
The Names,
Magazine,
LL Cool J,
Drexciya,
Gang Starr,
Letta Mbulu,
Interpol,
The Mummies,
Derrick May,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.