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 San Marino and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 One Last Wish to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway 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?
Gong,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soft Cell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sound,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Womack,
Minor Threat,
Rotary Connection,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Hood,
Joensuu 1685,
Ralphi Rosario,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Colin Newman,
Glenn Branca,
the Sonics,
Organ,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Byron Stingily,
Model 500,
Sixth Finger,
The Fall,
Neu!,
Swell Maps,
Motorama,
Kerri Chandler,
Donny Hathaway,
Inner City,
Oblivians,
Todd Terry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Slackers,
Symarip,
Oneida,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Blackbyrds,
The Stooges,
Drive Like Jehu,
Robert Wyatt,
Stetsasonic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bluetip,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eddi Front,
Mandrill,
The Tremeloes,
Absolute Body Control,
The Dirtbombs,
The Happenings,
The Index,
EPMD,
The Electric Prunes,
Dual Sessions,
Eric Dolphy,
Jeff Lynne,
Unwound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eve St. Jones,
Basic Channel,
The Gun Club,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.