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 Moldova and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
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 güiro 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 The Slackers to the grime 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Maleditus Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Deepchord,
Carl Craig,
Toni Rubio,
Roy Ayers,
the Sonics,
Bobby Byrd,
New York Dolls,
Eddi Front,
Slave,
Kenny Larkin,
Mark Hollis,
Skaos,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Human League,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Raincoats,
Drexciya,
Skarface,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Agent Orange,
Fela Kuti,
kango's stein massive,
Gastr Del Sol,
Porter Ricks,
Funkadelic,
Radiohead,
Groovy Waters,
Big Daddy Kane,
T.S.O.L.,
Aswad,
One Last Wish,
Jandek,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moby Grape,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Byron Stingily,
Minutemen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The United States of America,
Marvin Gaye,
Country Teasers,
Dave Gahan,
The Leaves,
Ituana,
Josef K,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mantronix,
Blake Baxter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Niagra,
Minor Threat,
Dead Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Bar-Kays,
The Angels of Light,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.