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 Dominican Republic and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
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 snare 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 Dave Clark Five to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pulsallama,
Sight & Sound,
Bluetip,
Index,
Alphaville,
The Golliwogs,
Terry Callier,
China Crisis,
Vainqueur,
The Sonics,
Faust,
Avey Tare,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aural Exciters,
Kaleidoscope,
Slave,
Sex Pistols,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Shadows of Knight,
Severed Heads,
Roxette,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gladiators,
Sly & The Family Stone,
kango's stein massive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lyres,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vladislav Delay,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marmalade,
Sonic Youth,
Alison Limerick,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Starr,
The Gun Club,
Althea and Donna,
The Misunderstood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cal Tjader,
Pole,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Depeche Mode,
The Selecter,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skriet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Erykah Badu,
Nils Olav,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.