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 Togo and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Reagan Youth to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 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 Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
This Heat,
Matthew Halsall,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Livin' Joy,
Grauzone,
The Litter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultravox,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sex Pistols,
Suburban Knight,
June Days,
Chris & Cosey,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crash Course in Science,
Animal Collective,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rekid,
Faust,
The United States of America,
Tubeway Army,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fugazi,
Kurtis Blow,
Radio Birdman,
The Standells,
The Gladiators,
Mr. Review,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultra Naté,
Loose Ends,
Nils Olav,
LL Cool J,
Guru Guru,
Boogie Down Productions,
Don Cherry,
Scott Walker,
Anakelly,
Symarip,
David McCallum,
Roxy Music,
Isaac Hayes,
kango's stein massive,
In Retrospect,
Motorama,
Chris Corsano,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Reagan Youth,
Barbara Tucker,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rapeman,
Wire,
Cameo,
Procol Harum,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.