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 Togo and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Sonics to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Residents,
Bobby Byrd,
The Move,
The Walker Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
Pantytec,
Soulsonic Force,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boz Scaggs,
Peter and Kerry,
Amon Düül,
the Bar-Kays,
T.S.O.L.,
Eddi Front,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cecil Taylor,
Trumans Water,
Parry Music,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bad Manners,
Das Ding,
Funky Four + One,
Arthur Verocai,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ronnie Foster,
Sixth Finger,
Rakim,
Joy Division,
The Raincoats,
The Pop Group,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roxette,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Divine Comedy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
These Immortal Souls,
Ice-T,
The Durutti Column,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brand Nubian,
Mo-Dettes,
Motorama,
The Skatalites,
Wally Richardson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Johnny Osbourne,
48th St. Collective,
Mantronix,
Robert Wyatt,
Sex Pistols,
The Happenings,
Henry Cow,
Swans,
Whodini,
Fluxion,
Bootsy Collins,
Surgeon,
Jandek,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.