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 Senegal and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
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 The Sisters of Mercy to the disco 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
X-101,
Altered Images,
Stiv Bators,
Public Enemy,
Sällskapet,
Freddie Wadling,
The Index,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Toni Rubio,
Cecil Taylor,
Liliput,
Steve Hackett,
David Axelrod,
The Smiths,
Bizarre Inc.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Au Pairs,
Buzzcocks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Al Stewart,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thee Headcoats,
Rakim,
Pantaleimon,
Michelle Simonal,
The Tremeloes,
Dave Gahan,
The Cure,
The Moleskins,
The Cramps,
The Slits,
Nik Kershaw,
Blake Baxter,
Cybotron,
ABBA,
the Human League,
Silicon Teens,
Flipper,
The Busters,
Dennis Brown,
Cal Tjader,
Mr. Review,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Erykah Badu,
Depeche Mode,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bob Dylan,
Heaven 17,
Subhumans,
Lyres,
Todd Rundgren,
Sonic Youth,
Camouflage,
Harmonia,
Wally Richardson,
Boz Scaggs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bronski Beat,
Deepchord,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.