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 Somalia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Seeds to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Judy Mowatt,
Absolute Body Control,
Terry Callier,
Second Layer,
Malaria!,
Sam Rivers,
The Real Kids,
Lungfish,
Curtis Mayfield,
June of 44,
The Gun Club,
Tears for Fears,
The Cramps,
Max Romeo,
Heaven 17,
The Gap Band,
Stiv Bators,
U.S. Maple,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Underground Resistance,
Scan 7,
The Electric Prunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Görl,
Warsaw,
Bobby Sherman,
10cc,
The Red Krayola,
Minnie Riperton,
Ice-T,
Junior Murvin,
Khruangbin,
Excepter,
John Lydon,
Bluetip,
Supertramp,
Albert Ayler,
Letta Mbulu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The New Christs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Panda Bear,
Lyres,
Bobby Byrd,
Saccharine Trust,
Essential Logic,
Nico,
The Seeds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moss Icon,
Swans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Young Marble Giants,
The Birthday Party,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Simply Red,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.