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 Burkina and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 Gichy Dan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Shoche,
Bluetip,
Porter Ricks,
Sonic Youth,
Schoolly D,
John Foxx,
T.S.O.L.,
The Moody Blues,
Wolf Eyes,
Bob Dylan,
Sister Nancy,
The Angels of Light,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moby Grape,
Jandek,
Neu!,
This Heat,
The Pretty Things,
Joe Finger,
Skarface,
Sam Rivers,
The Smiths,
Whodini,
Niagra,
Gong,
Sarah Menescal,
Mad Mike,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flash Fearless,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed,
Scratch Acid,
Barry Ungar,
Roxy Music,
Tubeway Army,
Cluster,
Rekid,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Zapp,
Babytalk,
Black Pus,
Hashim,
Toni Rubio,
Throbbing Gristle,
Unrelated Segments,
The Associates,
Royal Trux,
Erykah Badu,
X-Ray Spex,
Marmalade,
A Certain Ratio,
the Sonics,
the Swans,
Con Funk Shun,
Crispian St. Peters,
AZ,
H. Thieme,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deakin,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.