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 Andorra and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wasted Youth to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bill Wells,
Stiv Bators,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Green,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lalann,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New Age Steppers,
Magazine,
Chrome,
Bang On A Can,
Grey Daturas,
The Five Americans,
The Leaves,
Nirvana,
Malaria!,
F. McDonald,
Wire,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fluxion,
The Standells,
The Remains,
John Cale,
Brass Construction,
Babytalk,
The Gladiators,
Rakim,
JFA,
X-101,
The Martian,
The Last Poets,
Theoretical Girls,
John Foxx,
Unrelated Segments,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fear,
48th St. Collective,
Tubeway Army,
Shoche,
China Crisis,
Tears for Fears,
The Walker Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Faraquet,
AZ,
Television,
Roxette,
The Red Krayola,
the Association,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Searchers,
Massinfluence,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Grass Roots,
Suburban Knight,
Public Enemy,
The Mojo Men,
Chris Corsano,
Yusef Lateef,
Althea and Donna,
The Victims,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.