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 Kuwait and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Funky Four + One to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Chrome,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jerry's Kids,
Ronnie Foster,
Fat Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Reed,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dennis Brown,
Hasil Adkins,
Janne Schatter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eden Ahbez,
Alice Coltrane,
Letta Mbulu,
Glenn Branca,
Sex Pistols,
Marvin Gaye,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yaz,
Pharoah Sanders,
a-ha,
Yazoo,
Sun Ra,
The Dirtbombs,
Jawbox,
Lungfish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Swans,
Franke,
This Heat,
Saccharine Trust,
The Pop Group,
Prince Buster,
Skriet,
John Coltrane,
Gregory Isaacs,
EPMD,
Marmalade,
Marine Girls,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sparks,
Piero Umiliani,
the Soft Cell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scrapy,
The Remains,
Bobby Byrd,
The Blackbyrds,
Loose Ends,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Sherman,
Quando Quango,
Maleditus Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Bauhaus,
Rapeman,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.