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 Antigua and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
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 Captain Beefheart 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 Brick to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Bill Near,
Camouflage,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Misunderstood,
Newcleus,
The American Breed,
Section 25,
Hot Snakes,
DJ Sneak,
Fluxion,
Todd Rundgren,
Joy Division,
Lungfish,
Freddie Wadling,
Kurtis Blow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Little Man,
Unwound,
The Tremeloes,
The Durutti Column,
Crooked Eye,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Chris & Cosey,
Q and Not U,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
kango's stein massive,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tommy Roe,
Gichy Dan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cowsills,
Rekid,
Crime,
The Neon Judgement,
The Evens,
The Five Americans,
Accadde A,
Ice-T,
Cecil Taylor,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roy Ayers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dual Sessions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tears for Fears,
The Velvet Underground,
CMW,
Slave,
Model 500,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joe Finger,
Harmonia,
Cal Tjader,
Blossom Toes,
Y Pants,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.