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 Philippines and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fortunes to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Delta 5,
the Human League,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed,
Fugazi,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rapeman,
Suburban Knight,
Marvin Gaye,
The Doors,
The Cure,
Swans,
Skaos,
Circle Jerks,
Pierre Henry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Con Funk Shun,
The Detroit Cobras,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Black Dice,
Minor Threat,
John Holt,
Scientists,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fuzztones,
Shoche,
Joe Smooth,
Jawbox,
Slick Rick,
Jerry's Kids,
Stetsasonic,
Nik Kershaw,
Intrusion,
Flipper,
The Barracudas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Public Enemy,
Donald Byrd,
Wire,
Magma,
Bill Near,
Tim Buckley,
Dennis Brown,
MC5,
Warsaw,
David McCallum,
Davy DMX,
The New Christs,
Icehouse,
The Trojans,
The Fire Engines,
MDC,
Au Pairs,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Howard Jones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
JFA,
Radio Birdman,
Brothers Johnson,
Magazine,
The Fugs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.