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 Congo and from London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Heaven 17 to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
John Foxx,
Little Man,
Circle Jerks,
Fad Gadget,
Roxette,
Grauzone,
R.M.O.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
cv313,
Flash Fearless,
The Index,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rosa Yemen,
The Moleskins,
Nirvana,
The Seeds,
Fear,
Babytalk,
Al Stewart,
The Smiths,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
B.T. Express,
Todd Terry,
The Busters,
The Sonics,
Dead Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Theoretical Girls,
Desert Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Happenings,
Kayak,
The Martian,
Lyres,
The Slackers,
The Sound,
The Dead C,
Harpers Bizarre,
Japan,
Cymande,
Fat Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Arcadia,
Mary Jane Girls,
Niagra,
Sun Ra,
Henry Cow,
In Retrospect,
Khruangbin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Star Department,
Bobby Byrd,
Amon Düül II,
L. Decosne,
Zapp,
Funky Four + One,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.