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 United Kingdom and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Second Layer to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Henry Cow,
David McCallum,
UT,
Loose Ends,
Fad Gadget,
Radiopuhelimet,
CMW,
Rapeman,
The Searchers,
Camouflage,
Big Daddy Kane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mantronix,
Eli Mardock,
Ponytail,
Brand Nubian,
The Slits,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Steve Hackett,
Cluster,
Moby Grape,
Essential Logic,
Magazine,
Brick,
F. McDonald,
Hot Snakes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Guru Guru,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
FM Einheit,
Prince Buster,
Pere Ubu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter and Kerry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tommy Roe,
The Raincoats,
The Pop Group,
Cheater Slicks,
Khruangbin,
U.S. Maple,
Can,
Todd Terry,
Radiohead,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roger Hodgson,
Sandy B,
The Gun Club,
Matthew Halsall,
Niagra,
Joe Smooth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ten City,
Surgeon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.