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 Iraq and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Trumans Water to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
T. Rex,
Ken Boothe,
Bluetip,
Skaos,
Camberwell Now,
Juan Atkins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Talk Talk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Warren Ellis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Janne Schatter,
The Associates,
Depeche Mode,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lucky Dragons,
Shuggie Otis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ludus,
Man Parrish,
Wings,
Peter and Kerry,
Wally Richardson,
The Slits,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dead C,
The Angels of Light,
Morten Harket,
The Residents,
Michelle Simonal,
Sarah Menescal,
Amon Düül II,
Davy DMX,
The United States of America,
Robert Hood,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sun Ra,
The New Christs,
Junior Murvin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
New York Dolls,
Qualms,
Electric Prunes,
Soul II Soul,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
Piero Umiliani,
Malaria!,
Hasil Adkins,
Arthur Verocai,
Maurizio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Patti Smith,
Deepchord,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roxette,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.