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 Korea North and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
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 guitar 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 Country Teasers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Techniques,
Wally Richardson,
D'Angelo,
Amon Düül,
Jeff Mills,
The Knickerbockers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sparks,
Robert Görl,
The Index,
Thee Headcoats,
Bauhaus,
Slick Rick,
Matthew Bourne,
Throbbing Gristle,
KRS-One,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Television,
Whodini,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Simply Red,
The Offenders,
Warren Ellis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Silicon Teens,
Deakin,
Byron Stingily,
The Blues Magoos,
Mo-Dettes,
Reagan Youth,
Pierre Henry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Davy DMX,
Lakeside,
Minor Threat,
the Germs,
Cluster,
Funkadelic,
Camberwell Now,
Crooked Eye,
Mars,
Babytalk,
Sex Pistols,
The Fall,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bootsy Collins,
Circle Jerks,
Gang of Four,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Shoche,
Alphaville,
Terry Callier,
Joyce Sims,
Moebius,
Colin Newman,
The Fortunes,
Flash Fearless,
Eurythmics,
Neil Young,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.