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 Andorra 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Salvador.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bluetip to the techno 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ronnie Foster,
Pylon,
The Associates,
Underground Resistance,
Rod Modell,
The Misunderstood,
Procol Harum,
F. McDonald,
Outsiders,
Derrick May,
Lightning Bolt,
Quantec,
The Golliwogs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pere Ubu,
Harry Pussy,
Wings,
Electric Prunes,
Echospace,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lakeside,
Negative Approach,
Buzzcocks,
Matthew Halsall,
Sandy B,
Arab on Radar,
Avey Tare,
Intrusion,
Laurel Aitken,
The Litter,
Donald Byrd,
The Index,
Leonard Cohen,
Chrome,
The Pop Group,
Kenny Larkin,
Pussy Galore,
Stockholm Monsters,
UT,
Howard Jones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fat Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Television,
Prince Buster,
Main Source,
Visage,
Scratch Acid,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
T. Rex,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mandrill,
Gang Starr,
kango's stein massive,
Theoretical Girls,
JFA,
Faust,
Hardrive,
Graham Central Station,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.