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 Kiribati and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow 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 theremin 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 Iggy Pop to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Bob Dylan,
Susan Cadogan,
This Heat,
Rod Modell,
The Flesh Eaters,
kango's stein massive,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Archie Shepp,
The Associates,
Jeff Lynne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Make Up,
Joe Finger,
Tears for Fears,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultra Naté,
Glenn Branca,
Jerry's Kids,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Moody Blues,
Schoolly D,
Boogie Down Productions,
Desert Stars,
Smog,
Eve St. Jones,
Roger Hodgson,
MDC,
Harmonia,
Maleditus Sound,
Flipper,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aswad,
Deakin,
DJ Style,
Bootsy Collins,
The Names,
The Tremeloes,
Parry Music,
Shoche,
Cluster,
Negative Approach,
Jacob Miller,
The Angels of Light,
Toni Rubio,
8 Eyed Spy,
KRS-One,
Groovy Waters,
Dennis Brown,
Joe Smooth,
Brand Nubian,
Eric B and Rakim,
FM Einheit,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Junior Murvin,
Piero Umiliani,
the Soft Cell,
T. Rex,
Lalo Schifrin,
Young Marble Giants,
Essential Logic,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.