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 Pakistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pole to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ten City,
Scott Walker,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Busters,
The Star Department,
Section 25,
Brothers Johnson,
AZ,
Von Mondo,
Agitation Free,
The Music Machine,
Dennis Brown,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Human League,
Rosa Yemen,
Moss Icon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Real Kids,
The Invisible,
The Barracudas,
Television,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Supertramp,
The Five Americans,
A Certain Ratio,
Desert Stars,
Marmalade,
Cymande,
Simply Red,
R.M.O.,
The Knickerbockers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Magazine,
The Fortunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nirvana,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barclay James Harvest,
T. Rex,
Laurel Aitken,
Yazoo,
Eddi Front,
The Angels of Light,
Jacques Brel,
Avey Tare,
Royal Trux,
The Monochrome Set,
Youth Brigade,
Bad Manners,
Susan Cadogan,
Agent Orange,
Sight & Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Pop Group,
The Fuzztones,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.