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 Lesotho and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Darondo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Walker Brothers,
Kas Product,
The Motions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Green,
Sparks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Masters at Work,
Dawn Penn,
The Remains,
Wire,
Country Teasers,
the Swans,
Ronnie Foster,
JFA,
Chris & Cosey,
H. Thieme,
Schoolly D,
Ponytail,
Eurythmics,
Scratch Acid,
Audionom,
Archie Shepp,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fugs,
Scientists,
Supertramp,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nils Olav,
Gang Starr,
Pierre Henry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Von Mondo,
Electric Prunes,
Jacques Brel,
Bauhaus,
Judy Mowatt,
Flipper,
B.T. Express,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pole,
Rapeman,
Moebius,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Q and Not U,
Vainqueur,
Maleditus Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Delta 5,
Nick Fraelich,
T. Rex,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gladiators,
Eric Copeland,
Freddie Wadling,
Scrapy,
Boz Scaggs,
Sister Nancy,
Suburban Knight,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.