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 India and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kevin Saunderson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Soft Cell,
The Dirtbombs,
Maurizio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultravox,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Cale,
The Count Five,
Sällskapet,
The Divine Comedy,
Rakim,
Kayak,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Monochrome Set,
New Order,
The Offenders,
Reuben Wilson,
Eli Mardock,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Byrd,
Sun Ra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tears for Fears,
T. Rex,
Country Teasers,
Au Pairs,
Procol Harum,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fugazi,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roxette,
Altered Images,
Liliput,
Sonic Youth,
Warren Ellis,
The Blackbyrds,
This Heat,
Lungfish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeru the Damaja,
48th St. Collective,
Eddi Front,
Mary Jane Girls,
World's Most,
Buzzcocks,
The Sonics,
B.T. Express,
Nik Kershaw,
The Dead C,
The Cowsills,
the Swans,
Mr. Review,
Crooked Eye,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.