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 Canada and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scientists to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Man Eating Sloth,
Excepter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scan 7,
June Days,
The Gories,
Marmalade,
The Beau Brummels,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amazonics,
Stiv Bators,
Bang On A Can,
Godley & Creme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Bananas,
Pere Ubu,
Zero Boys,
Pulsallama,
Sällskapet,
Rufus Thomas,
Donny Hathaway,
Babytalk,
AZ,
Fat Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Skarface,
Sarah Menescal,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minor Threat,
the Swans,
Schoolly D,
The Tremeloes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Simply Red,
The Moleskins,
Freddie Wadling,
Patti Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cameo,
F. McDonald,
Sex Pistols,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pussy Galore,
Warren Ellis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Make Up,
Juan Atkins,
Peter & Gordon,
Pagans,
The Zeros,
Dark Day,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lucky Dragons,
Bootsy Collins,
Depeche Mode,
Matthew Bourne,
Crash Course in Science,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.