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 Niger and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Alphaville to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joy Division,
Average White Band,
Funky Four + One,
Country Teasers,
Fear,
The Skatalites,
Robert Görl,
Little Man,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Saints,
Brass Construction,
Boz Scaggs,
Unwound,
Roxy Music,
China Crisis,
Au Pairs,
Main Source,
Fluxion,
The Slackers,
Essential Logic,
A Certain Ratio,
Lucky Dragons,
Davy DMX,
K-Klass,
The Electric Prunes,
Sex Pistols,
Joe Smooth,
Reuben Wilson,
Kayak,
Peter & Gordon,
Sound Behaviour,
Scan 7,
The Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
L. Decosne,
Soft Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
Cybotron,
The Durutti Column,
Junior Murvin,
The Real Kids,
Neil Young,
Easy Going,
the Bar-Kays,
UT,
The Slits,
Lindisfarne,
10cc,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hot Snakes,
The Dirtbombs,
Scott Walker,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Residents,
Pole,
Hashim,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.