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 Czech Republic and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Swans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deakin,
Skarface,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terry Callier,
Agitation Free,
Girls At Our Best!,
Erasure,
Bill Wells,
Kenny Larkin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Massinfluence,
Jacques Brel,
Y Pants,
The Buckinghams,
These Immortal Souls,
Franke,
Mo-Dettes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alice Coltrane,
Sister Nancy,
Gang Green,
Lower 48,
Model 500,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grandmaster Flash,
Zero Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Peter & Gordon,
The Black Dice,
Ultimate Spinach,
Von Mondo,
Brothers Johnson,
Prince Buster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Five Americans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Japan,
Ice-T,
Anthony Braxton,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Charles Mingus,
The Velvet Underground,
A Certain Ratio,
David McCallum,
Dawn Penn,
Buzzcocks,
Rufus Thomas,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The J.B.'s,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rapeman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Magma,
Ultravox,
Wire,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Malaria!,
Shoche,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.