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 Sierra Leone and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Shadows of Knight to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Yellowson,
Barbara Tucker,
Metal Thangz,
The J.B.'s,
T.S.O.L.,
Roxy Music,
Kaleidoscope,
Susan Cadogan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Procol Harum,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Association,
Crash Course in Science,
Cluster,
Swell Maps,
Main Source,
The Five Americans,
Marine Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cure,
Letta Mbulu,
Clear Light,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Maleditus Sound,
Juan Atkins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Saints,
Iggy Pop,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Donny Hathaway,
Con Funk Shun,
Accadde A,
The Tremeloes,
The Index,
The Victims,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New Order,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Golliwogs,
Chris Corsano,
The Invisible,
Black Flag,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Patti Smith,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scientists,
Audionom,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Warren Ellis,
AZ,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hoover,
Magma,
Zapp,
Tom Boy,
The Misunderstood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Warsaw,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.