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 Barbados and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dark Day to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
The Evens,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
Judy Mowatt,
The Toasters,
Skriet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-Ray Spex,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lakeside,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wolf Eyes,
Ornette Coleman,
Flash Fearless,
Marine Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dark Day,
The Durutti Column,
Hardrive,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Warsaw,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Unrelated Segments,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Das Ding,
Graham Central Station,
OOIOO,
The Seeds,
The Red Krayola,
Minutemen,
The Wake,
ABC,
Sparks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chris & Cosey,
Skaos,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Birthday Party,
The Walker Brothers,
Quadrant,
Suicide,
The Fall,
Ituana,
The Neon Judgement,
The Detroit Cobras,
Neil Young,
Albert Ayler,
Isaac Hayes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rosa Yemen,
Popol Vuh,
Q65,
Heaven 17,
Traffic Nightmare,
Zapp,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jeru the Damaja,
Clear Light,
Jacob Miller,
Kayak,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.