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 Malta and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Gichy Dan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
ABC,
Black Sheep,
Anthony Braxton,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flash Fearless,
Anakelly,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fear,
The Cure,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Tremeloes,
Laurel Aitken,
Infiniti,
cv313,
This Heat,
Wasted Youth,
Derrick May,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pagans,
World's Most,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Association,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rekid,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Starr,
Audionom,
The Young Rascals,
John Lydon,
Lightning Bolt,
The Knickerbockers,
Kayak,
Susan Cadogan,
Roxette,
Dual Sessions,
The Remains,
Porter Ricks,
The Victims,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tubeway Army,
X-101,
Roy Ayers,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Real Kids,
Radiohead,
Todd Terry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Metal Thangz,
Skriet,
Alice Coltrane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang Green,
Au Pairs,
Joe Finger,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.