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 Ukraine and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
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 808 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '80s 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 Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Silicon Teens,
Niagra,
Ken Boothe,
Soft Cell,
Davy DMX,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pagans,
Quando Quango,
Eric B and Rakim,
DJ Sneak,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Shuggie Otis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Qualms,
Dave Gahan,
Absolute Body Control,
Little Man,
Minutemen,
La Düsseldorf,
Simply Red,
Cecil Taylor,
Agent Orange,
Accadde A,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed,
Gichy Dan,
The Beau Brummels,
The Names,
Neil Young,
World's Most,
Man Parrish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Khruangbin,
Reagan Youth,
Suburban Knight,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kool Moe Dee,
Josef K,
Sällskapet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Charles Mingus,
Boz Scaggs,
The Skatalites,
Nas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Laurel Aitken,
Los Fastidios,
Stereo Dub,
Metal Thangz,
The Leaves,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cure,
Royal Trux,
Maurizio,
Bill Wells,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.