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 Slovakia 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Television to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Eve St. Jones,
KRS-One,
Thompson Twins,
Ronnie Foster,
Blossom Toes,
Black Moon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joe Finger,
Sex Pistols,
Blake Baxter,
Mad Mike,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ornette Coleman,
The Litter,
The Cure,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Swans,
Second Layer,
Rakim,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Babytalk,
Fear,
Warren Ellis,
The Busters,
Eden Ahbez,
The Searchers,
The Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Deepchord,
Spandau Ballet,
Deakin,
James White and The Blacks,
The Move,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Surgeon,
ABC,
Joy Division,
Prince Buster,
Ultravox,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Idris Muhammad,
Pet Shop Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Holt,
The Smiths,
Sixth Finger,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gong,
Gang Starr,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Zapp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.