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 Thailand and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
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 marimba 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 Gastr Del Sol to the punk 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
The Remains,
Stereo Dub,
The Seeds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ronnie Foster,
Ohio Players,
Hoover,
Harry Pussy,
The Star Department,
Rod Modell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Modern Lovers,
Pere Ubu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sam Rivers,
The Last Poets,
The Index,
The Pop Group,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nick Fraelich,
Flipper,
The Offenders,
Fela Kuti,
La Düsseldorf,
Alice Coltrane,
The Durutti Column,
Negative Approach,
Fatback Band,
Iggy Pop,
Drive Like Jehu,
Maleditus Sound,
Hardrive,
Bob Dylan,
Visage,
Section 25,
Marmalade,
Alison Limerick,
Suburban Knight,
Minny Pops,
Johnny Osbourne,
Charles Mingus,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Raincoats,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Connie Case,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Foxx,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Carl Craig,
Godley & Creme,
The Skatalites,
Sound Behaviour,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Litter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.