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 Guinea-Bissau and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Von Mondo,
La Düsseldorf,
Jesper Dahlback,
Whodini,
Accadde A,
cv313,
Metal Thangz,
10cc,
LL Cool J,
Bang On A Can,
Ten City,
The Birthday Party,
The Kinks,
The Five Americans,
Minny Pops,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ice-T,
Jeff Lynne,
Letta Mbulu,
Roy Ayers,
Trumans Water,
DJ Sneak,
Marmalade,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Agent Orange,
Eden Ahbez,
Niagra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soft Machine,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultravox,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Warsaw,
Albert Ayler,
Flash Fearless,
the Human League,
Gang of Four,
Alphaville,
Warren Ellis,
Reuben Wilson,
Popol Vuh,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hardrive,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Remains,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joy Division,
Minutemen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terry Callier,
The Saints,
Marvin Gaye,
Don Cherry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wire,
Colin Newman,
Derrick Morgan,
Yaz,
The Count Five,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.