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 Korea North and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
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 Lou Reed 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 Guru Guru to the funk 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Pussy Galore,
Bauhaus,
Johnny Clarke,
Simply Red,
David Bowie,
Cluster,
Cybotron,
Warren Ellis,
the Slits,
Jandek,
The Real Kids,
Brand Nubian,
New York Dolls,
Rufus Thomas,
Oneida,
Joe Smooth,
Arthur Verocai,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ludus,
Unrelated Segments,
John Cale,
Bluetip,
The Standells,
Todd Terry,
Fatback Band,
Alphaville,
The Litter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rekid,
Pantaleimon,
the Normal,
Monolake,
Au Pairs,
The Knickerbockers,
Sister Nancy,
Rod Modell,
The Modern Lovers,
Sarah Menescal,
X-102,
Faraquet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boredoms,
Brick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
PIL,
The Motions,
Mo-Dettes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
The New Christs,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Wake,
Quando Quango,
Lower 48,
Royal Trux,
Gerry Rafferty,
Zapp,
Donald Byrd,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.