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 Togo and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 The Flesh Eaters to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
the Association,
Massinfluence,
David McCallum,
Technova,
Cluster,
The Monochrome Set,
Spoonie Gee,
Hashim,
Roxy Music,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Knickerbockers,
Sällskapet,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cramps,
The Martian,
Chris Corsano,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Slits,
Albert Ayler,
Buzzcocks,
Echospace,
Bill Near,
Bill Wells,
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gap Band,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fall,
Soft Cell,
Swell Maps,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Christie,
Adolescents,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Green,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gladiators,
Nas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scratch Acid,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Moody Blues,
U.S. Maple,
Mandrill,
Subhumans,
Loose Ends,
Index,
The Invisible,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
LL Cool J,
Joyce Sims,
Accadde A,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wire,
Danielle Patucci,
The Remains,
Second Layer,
Quando Quango,
New York Dolls,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.