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 Bolivia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 arpeggiator 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 JFA to the jazz 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
X-102,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gong,
June of 44,
Average White Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Womack,
The Evens,
Organ,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Black Dice,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fortunes,
The United States of America,
Audionom,
Au Pairs,
The Selecter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Zapp,
Byron Stingily,
Arab on Radar,
the Sonics,
Bobby Sherman,
CMW,
Wolf Eyes,
Terry Callier,
Oneida,
Laurel Aitken,
Buzzcocks,
Q and Not U,
Niagra,
Section 25,
Bad Manners,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Christie,
Brothers Johnson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tears for Fears,
Eddi Front,
Scott Walker,
Tim Buckley,
Ten City,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rotary Connection,
Ossler,
Josef K,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Flag,
Simply Red,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yellowson,
R.M.O.,
T.S.O.L.,
The Sonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.