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 Tanzania and from Madrid.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
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 theremin 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 Barbara Tucker to the punk 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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Connie Case,
Joe Smooth,
Donald Byrd,
The Motions,
Albert Ayler,
The Flesh Eaters,
Television,
Echospace,
Adolescents,
The Fuzztones,
Banda Bassotti,
Joy Division,
Colin Newman,
Donny Hathaway,
Scrapy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moebius,
The Shadows of Knight,
D'Angelo,
Camberwell Now,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Sherman,
Niagra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Buzzcocks,
Reagan Youth,
Q and Not U,
Boz Scaggs,
The United States of America,
Todd Rundgren,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pierre Henry,
Mr. Review,
John Holt,
The Young Rascals,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Starr,
Inner City,
Pagans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jacques Brel,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Count Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alton Ellis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sällskapet,
Henry Cow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dead Boys,
The Barracudas,
Deakin,
Accadde A,
Underground Resistance,
Trumans Water,
Girls At Our Best!,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.