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 Guyana and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 The Raincoats to the disco 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Youth Brigade,
The Saints,
Althea and Donna,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Birthday Party,
Stereo Dub,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Flash Fearless,
Archie Shepp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Spoonie Gee,
The Black Dice,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barrington Levy,
Radiohead,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Byrd,
Radiopuhelimet,
Subhumans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kerri Chandler,
Alton Ellis,
Tears for Fears,
New York Dolls,
Amazonics,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Real Kids,
Moss Icon,
10cc,
Country Teasers,
Half Japanese,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gun Club,
The Music Machine,
Magazine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lightning Bolt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Delon & Dalcan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Massinfluence,
Minnie Riperton,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Knickerbockers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Andrew Hill,
Brass Construction,
Pussy Galore,
The Stooges,
Boredoms,
Ossler,
Slick Rick,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter & Gordon,
The Smoke,
Warren Ellis,
Q and Not U,
The Slackers,
World's Most,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.