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 Senegal and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
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 Michael McDonald 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 Searchers to the electroclash 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Jawbox,
Gang of Four,
The Kinks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Prince Buster,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Average White Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
K-Klass,
Flash Fearless,
Bill Near,
the Swans,
Little Man,
The Moleskins,
X-102,
R.M.O.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crash Course in Science,
Minutemen,
The Durutti Column,
The Slackers,
Andrew Hill,
Fear,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Christie,
Hasil Adkins,
Jerry's Kids,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Susan Cadogan,
John Coltrane,
Scratch Acid,
MDC,
Eve St. Jones,
Jandek,
Icehouse,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Graham Central Station,
The Searchers,
The Victims,
The Slits,
Joey Negro,
Dual Sessions,
Guru Guru,
The Last Poets,
Section 25,
Symarip,
Ice-T,
Television,
Fatback Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Soft Cell,
Morten Harket,
Tomorrow,
DJ Sneak,
Delta 5,
Beasts of Bourbon,
T. Rex,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.