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 Lithuania and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
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 F. McDonald to the electroclash 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Moody Blues,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stiv Bators,
The Misunderstood,
Nils Olav,
Radio Birdman,
Crooked Eye,
Main Source,
Dennis Brown,
A Certain Ratio,
Arab on Radar,
the Germs,
The Saints,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quando Quango,
Aural Exciters,
Nik Kershaw,
The Black Dice,
Marmalade,
Barry Ungar,
The Velvet Underground,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Clear Light,
Joe Finger,
Man Parrish,
MDC,
Michelle Simonal,
The Litter,
Matthew Halsall,
Subhumans,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeff Lynne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boz Scaggs,
Scott Walker,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Slits,
Pantytec,
Camouflage,
MC5,
Lucky Dragons,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Adolescents,
Matthew Bourne,
T.S.O.L.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Divine Comedy,
Aloha Tigers,
The Names,
The Standells,
Loose Ends,
Spoonie Gee,
New Order,
Kas Product,
Eli Mardock,
Pantaleimon,
Nick Fraelich,
Theoretical Girls,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.