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 South Africa and from Milan.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
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 snare 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 The Birthday Party to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Minnie Riperton,
Scott Walker,
Silicon Teens,
Depeche Mode,
The Walker Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aloha Tigers,
Yellowson,
Sam Rivers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Whodini,
Fatback Band,
The Mummies,
Von Mondo,
Lindisfarne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Delta 5,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Invisible,
Gabor Szabo,
Marc Almond,
Amon Düül,
ABBA,
Henry Cow,
Organ,
Bob Dylan,
X-Ray Spex,
Barrington Levy,
Brass Construction,
Delon & Dalcan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oblivians,
Soft Cell,
Eurythmics,
Don Cherry,
The Techniques,
Magma,
Interpol,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nico,
F. McDonald,
Tomorrow,
Country Teasers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Graham Central Station,
Moss Icon,
Banda Bassotti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Reuben Wilson,
Procol Harum,
Theoretical Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Excepter,
Livin' Joy,
Freddie Wadling,
Jacques Brel,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soft Machine,
Shoche,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.