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 Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Minny Pops to the electroclash 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Schoolly D,
Second Layer,
Eli Mardock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Subhumans,
T.S.O.L.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pet Shop Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rufus Thomas,
Little Man,
Gang Green,
Godley & Creme,
Moby Grape,
Gang Starr,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tears for Fears,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Music Machine,
Roy Ayers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mummies,
Stetsasonic,
Q and Not U,
Das Ding,
Surgeon,
The Monochrome Set,
Crispian St. Peters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Bananas,
The Trojans,
Parry Music,
The Invisible,
John Cale,
Black Flag,
Loose Ends,
Tres Demented,
Janne Schatter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ludus,
The Red Krayola,
48th St. Collective,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Magma,
Nick Fraelich,
Cal Tjader,
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soulsonic Force,
Barclay James Harvest,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
In Retrospect,
ABBA,
Matthew Halsall,
The Pretty Things,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.