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 Australia and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the grunge 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Zapp,
Echospace,
Popol Vuh,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
a-ha,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Black Dice,
Index,
Carl Craig,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Malaria!,
Urselle,
Kerri Chandler,
The Divine Comedy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
kango's stein massive,
U.S. Maple,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ronnie Foster,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric Copeland,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Severed Heads,
Goldenarms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sound Behaviour,
Soft Cell,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Slits,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
China Crisis,
Underground Resistance,
Roxette,
Faraquet,
La Düsseldorf,
Lakeside,
Y Pants,
Au Pairs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minny Pops,
Glenn Branca,
Rod Modell,
Aswad,
the Slits,
the Human League,
Ice-T,
Arab on Radar,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gun Club,
Ohio Players,
the Bar-Kays,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fugs,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.