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 Bolivia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 The Beau Brummels to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Echospace,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tommy Roe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aswad,
Nirvana,
Ituana,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultimate Spinach,
Faraquet,
the Swans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arcadia,
Radio Birdman,
Freddie Wadling,
Section 25,
Joey Negro,
Mandrill,
Severed Heads,
The Gap Band,
Zapp,
The Martian,
Nick Fraelich,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Womack,
Donny Hathaway,
Wire,
Marshall Jefferson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Monks,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Grass Roots,
Minutemen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Smog,
Grauzone,
The Wake,
Graham Central Station,
The Fuzztones,
Matthew Halsall,
Shoche,
Agitation Free,
The Neon Judgement,
Godley & Creme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roger Hodgson,
Groovy Waters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rotary Connection,
Letta Mbulu,
Interpol,
Joe Finger,
The Searchers,
Mantronix,
Jawbox,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
MC5,
R.M.O.,
The Beau Brummels,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Count Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.