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 Serbia and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Pulsallama,
David Bowie,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Womack,
Grey Daturas,
Zero Boys,
Tomorrow,
The Neon Judgement,
DJ Sneak,
PIL,
Harry Pussy,
Stiv Bators,
Mr. Review,
Kaleidoscope,
The Index,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Shuggie Otis,
New Age Steppers,
Outsiders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eli Mardock,
Derrick Morgan,
Deakin,
Althea and Donna,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Man Eating Sloth,
Model 500,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sugar Minott,
Kenny Larkin,
Kayak,
Supertramp,
June Days,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Moody Blues,
B.T. Express,
H. Thieme,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lucky Dragons,
New York Dolls,
Tom Boy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chris Corsano,
Lyres,
Ituana,
Harmonia,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeff Mills,
Rekid,
Alton Ellis,
Mantronix,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sex Pistols,
F. McDonald,
D'Angelo,
Sällskapet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.