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 Angola and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Moody Blues to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Guru Guru,
Howard Jones,
Aswad,
The Mummies,
the Swans,
Das Ding,
The Mojo Men,
Ken Boothe,
Tears for Fears,
David McCallum,
Radiopuhelimet,
Visage,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barrington Levy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bootsy Collins,
The Tremeloes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Agitation Free,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grey Daturas,
John Foxx,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lyres,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ornette Coleman,
Quantec,
Country Teasers,
Yellowson,
The Beau Brummels,
Eurythmics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bob Dylan,
The Buckinghams,
Public Enemy,
Charles Mingus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter & Gordon,
Judy Mowatt,
Maleditus Sound,
Roy Ayers,
H. Thieme,
EPMD,
The Saints,
The Litter,
Altered Images,
Joy Division,
the Soft Cell,
Curtis Mayfield,
Steve Hackett,
Anakelly,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed,
Crash Course in Science,
Roxy Music,
Jacques Brel,
La Düsseldorf,
Scan 7,
Fugazi,
kango's stein massive,
Michelle Simonal,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.