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 South Africa and from Milan.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Crooked Eye to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Interpol,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sarah Menescal,
The Neon Judgement,
Sister Nancy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barclay James Harvest,
Zapp,
The Index,
Swell Maps,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jacques Brel,
Goldenarms,
One Last Wish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sam Rivers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
KRS-One,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Move,
Marvin Gaye,
Byron Stingily,
Grandmaster Flash,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Q and Not U,
Sonny Sharrock,
Public Enemy,
Sandy B,
CMW,
Ultravox,
Mad Mike,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Pretty Things,
Peter & Gordon,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Green,
The Gories,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Durutti Column,
Lalann,
Bang On A Can,
Suburban Knight,
The Raincoats,
Maleditus Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Livin' Joy,
John Holt,
Pierre Henry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Slave,
ABC,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brand Nubian,
Y Pants,
Minny Pops,
Pylon,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.