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 Jordan and from Glasgow.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Sparks,
Josef K,
Ponytail,
Urselle,
Tomorrow,
Kurtis Blow,
The Misunderstood,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grauzone,
Funky Four + One,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Make Up,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arab on Radar,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nico,
Q and Not U,
Q65,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tim Buckley,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Michelle Simonal,
Echospace,
Eli Mardock,
Kool Moe Dee,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gladiators,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sister Nancy,
Buzzcocks,
Freddie Wadling,
Pet Shop Boys,
Electric Prunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scientists,
The Knickerbockers,
Harry Pussy,
Jerry's Kids,
Warren Ellis,
Cheater Slicks,
Bronski Beat,
Glenn Branca,
Eurythmics,
The Names,
Scott Walker,
The Divine Comedy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Surgeon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Con Funk Shun,
Albert Ayler,
Brass Construction,
Lalann,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.