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 Lithuania and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Quando Quango to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Rufus Thomas,
Goldenarms,
Flipper,
The Misunderstood,
Sound Behaviour,
Ituana,
Dawn Penn,
Brick,
Marmalade,
Duran Duran,
Hot Snakes,
The Neon Judgement,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Hood,
The Gladiators,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crime,
Eli Mardock,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soft Cell,
Gabor Szabo,
Blossom Toes,
Reagan Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Suicide,
Eve St. Jones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Swell Maps,
Albert Ayler,
Kayak,
Dennis Brown,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Zeros,
Ponytail,
B.T. Express,
ABC,
Monolake,
EPMD,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Litter,
The United States of America,
X-Ray Spex,
The Electric Prunes,
Bronski Beat,
The Leaves,
Trumans Water,
Black Flag,
FM Einheit,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Khruangbin,
These Immortal Souls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Icehouse,
Terry Callier,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Royal Trux,
Marc Almond,
The Seeds,
Black Sheep,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.