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 Russia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cheater Slicks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Oneida,
Robert Görl,
Eddi Front,
Zero Boys,
Yazoo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Godley & Creme,
Public Enemy,
Joy Division,
Saccharine Trust,
The Smiths,
The Techniques,
Matthew Bourne,
Boz Scaggs,
Andrew Hill,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultravox,
KRS-One,
Arcadia,
Niagra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Iggy Pop,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Last Poets,
The Fortunes,
The Fugs,
Alton Ellis,
the Slits,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Searchers,
Marine Girls,
ABC,
Charles Mingus,
Das Ding,
Radiohead,
Max Romeo,
Agent Orange,
The Slackers,
Smog,
Jandek,
Juan Atkins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Loose Ends,
Symarip,
The Skatalites,
Main Source,
Robert Wyatt,
Harmonia,
Bobby Womack,
Animal Collective,
Dual Sessions,
Drexciya,
These Immortal Souls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Flag,
Kaleidoscope,
Hardrive,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.