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 Kuwait and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Divine Comedy to the electroclash 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Dual Sessions,
Amon Düül,
Amazonics,
kango's stein massive,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gun Club,
Roxy Music,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fortunes,
Glenn Branca,
Eurythmics,
Sugar Minott,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soul II Soul,
the Normal,
Whodini,
Jacob Miller,
Magma,
X-Ray Spex,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Agent Orange,
Section 25,
Wolf Eyes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Echospace,
Bootsy Collins,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Residents,
Fela Kuti,
Quantec,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
K-Klass,
Television Personalities,
Crime,
The Dead C,
Faraquet,
Godley & Creme,
The Slits,
Blake Baxter,
Bush Tetras,
Dave Gahan,
Aswad,
Johnny Clarke,
Model 500,
Skaos,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ituana,
Masters at Work,
Mr. Review,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Knickerbockers,
John Coltrane,
Y Pants,
8 Eyed Spy,
EPMD,
Country Teasers,
The Barracudas,
In Retrospect,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.