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 India and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Absolute Body Control to the grime 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Flag,
Ten City,
The Vogues,
The Barracudas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mary Jane Girls,
B.T. Express,
Johnny Osbourne,
Byron Stingily,
Heaven 17,
The Young Rascals,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aural Exciters,
Roger Hodgson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Liliput,
Glenn Branca,
Minny Pops,
Bush Tetras,
Jacques Brel,
Rosa Yemen,
Lakeside,
Monolake,
The Index,
Alice Coltrane,
The Slits,
Arcadia,
Dark Day,
T. Rex,
Bill Wells,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
One Last Wish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Little Man,
Derrick May,
Unwound,
Joy Division,
Interpol,
Supertramp,
Loose Ends,
Beasts of Bourbon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fire Engines,
Motorama,
AZ,
Sister Nancy,
John Cale,
Steve Hackett,
Shoche,
David McCallum,
Tom Boy,
Agent Orange,
Judy Mowatt,
The Walker Brothers,
Groovy Waters,
Main Source,
Alphaville,
Sun City Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.