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 Guinea and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
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 spring reverb 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 The Dirtbombs to the electroclash 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Andrew Hill,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Blake Baxter,
R.M.O.,
Pet Shop Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Das Ding,
Mark Hollis,
Pussy Galore,
The Standells,
Underground Resistance,
Steve Hackett,
The Sonics,
Angry Samoans,
Ludus,
Metal Thangz,
Stiv Bators,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun Ra,
ABBA,
Clear Light,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blossom Toes,
Grauzone,
Schoolly D,
Junior Murvin,
Nirvana,
Terry Callier,
Gang of Four,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aural Exciters,
James White and The Blacks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dawn Penn,
Shoche,
Fatback Band,
Lower 48,
Dual Sessions,
Alphaville,
Qualms,
The Seeds,
John Holt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chrome,
Mantronix,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The United States of America,
Gerry Rafferty,
Boz Scaggs,
Index,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.