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 Equatorial Guinea and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Halifax.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Adolescents to the grunge 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Scott Walker,
Motorama,
Alton Ellis,
Ten City,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bauhaus,
Monolake,
Reagan Youth,
Lalann,
Metal Thangz,
The Index,
The Gap Band,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare,
Hot Snakes,
Nico,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mars,
Country Teasers,
Gang Starr,
Anthony Braxton,
Crime,
cv313,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
E-Dancer,
The Buckinghams,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Suburban Knight,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The New Christs,
John Cale,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed,
Warren Ellis,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultra Naté,
Todd Rundgren,
Deakin,
Heaven 17,
Freddie Wadling,
Fluxion,
Clear Light,
Suicide,
Henry Cow,
Supertramp,
The Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crispy Ambulance,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Görl,
Jacob Miller,
David McCallum,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Blues Magoos,
Underground Resistance,
The Alarm Clocks,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.