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 Denmark and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Soft Machine 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Talk Talk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Zapp,
Jawbox,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flipper,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Slits,
U.S. Maple,
Magma,
The Fuzztones,
Masters at Work,
The United States of America,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Graham Central Station,
Spoonie Gee,
The Birthday Party,
Scientists,
The American Breed,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eli Mardock,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mummies,
Severed Heads,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter & Gordon,
Simply Red,
The Cure,
Jandek,
Reagan Youth,
PIL,
a-ha,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Slick Rick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
David McCallum,
Minnie Riperton,
Bad Manners,
Loose Ends,
The Black Dice,
The Searchers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Glenn Branca,
Sexual Harrassment,
Oneida,
Alphaville,
The Busters,
Deakin,
Fugazi,
Scan 7,
Scratch Acid,
The Raincoats,
The Standells,
Dual Sessions,
the Soft Cell,
Danielle Patucci,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.