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 Palau and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 David Axelrod to the dance 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
The Buckinghams,
Scion,
Eurythmics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wasted Youth,
Main Source,
Ponytail,
U.S. Maple,
JFA,
Crooked Eye,
Derrick Morgan,
Mandrill,
Bluetip,
Piero Umiliani,
Fear,
the Soft Cell,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Swans,
The Beau Brummels,
Godley & Creme,
Iggy Pop,
Dave Gahan,
Suicide,
T. Rex,
PIL,
Girls At Our Best!,
Smog,
Blossom Toes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pylon,
The Raincoats,
The Zeros,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cowsills,
Sexual Harrassment,
Judy Mowatt,
The Litter,
The Associates,
Fela Kuti,
Arthur Verocai,
Gerry Rafferty,
K-Klass,
Oblivians,
Procol Harum,
Interpol,
Altered Images,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marine Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Buzzcocks,
Hoover,
Morten Harket,
OOIOO,
Cal Tjader,
Model 500,
Little Man,
Bad Manners,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Offenders,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.