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 Monaco and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 Remains to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Jacques Brel,
Slave,
The Names,
Gang Gang Dance,
Thompson Twins,
Wolf Eyes,
Marine Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Real Kids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Parry Music,
The Neon Judgement,
Eli Mardock,
Sällskapet,
Panda Bear,
Bronski Beat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ossler,
Jerry's Kids,
Marc Almond,
Alphaville,
Anthony Braxton,
The Count Five,
June Days,
Tres Demented,
Neil Young,
Skaos,
Q and Not U,
Lakeside,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Durutti Column,
Blossom Toes,
Jandek,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Barracudas,
Barry Ungar,
The Red Krayola,
Suburban Knight,
Babytalk,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cramps,
Urselle,
Ituana,
June of 44,
CMW,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
48th St. Collective,
Soul Sonic Force,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scratch Acid,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Moon,
DJ Style,
Bush Tetras,
The Music Machine,
Au Pairs,
The Blues Magoos,
Skriet,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.