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 Cyprus and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
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 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 Trumans Water to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
The Martian,
Rekid,
Bluetip,
The Buckinghams,
Boredoms,
The Grass Roots,
The J.B.'s,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Au Pairs,
The Neon Judgement,
Q65,
Warren Ellis,
Audionom,
Quadrant,
Motorama,
Quando Quango,
The Slackers,
Symarip,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Delta 5,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nico,
Moby Grape,
Franke,
The Associates,
the Association,
Duran Duran,
Flipper,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crooked Eye,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Public Enemy,
The Cure,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Crash Course in Science,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joe Finger,
Groovy Waters,
Roxy Music,
Jacques Brel,
Ornette Coleman,
T.S.O.L.,
The Techniques,
Ultra Naté,
Byron Stingily,
Minnie Riperton,
Cheater Slicks,
Technova,
Flash Fearless,
In Retrospect,
The Moody Blues,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barrington Levy,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.