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 Vietnam and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Residents to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Goldenarms,
Peter & Gordon,
World's Most,
Parry Music,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Flash Fearless,
Bob Dylan,
Ossler,
Skarface,
Josef K,
Andrew Hill,
The Divine Comedy,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dirtbombs,
Isaac Hayes,
Steve Hackett,
Michelle Simonal,
Camouflage,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Pretty Things,
Loose Ends,
Lower 48,
In Retrospect,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brothers Johnson,
Jandek,
Spoonie Gee,
Freddie Wadling,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joensuu 1685,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Janne Schatter,
Depeche Mode,
Sällskapet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soul II Soul,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-Ray Spex,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bronski Beat,
Rotary Connection,
Agitation Free,
Massinfluence,
Monks,
Charles Mingus,
The Blues Magoos,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kerrie Biddell,
LL Cool J,
Los Fastidios,
Deepchord,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Tremeloes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Buzzcocks,
June of 44,
Model 500,
Colin Newman,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.