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 Jamaica and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Blake Baxter to the electroclash 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
June of 44,
Dead Boys,
John Lydon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hoover,
Royal Trux,
Hasil Adkins,
The Victims,
The Buckinghams,
Newcleus,
Althea and Donna,
Kenny Larkin,
Deakin,
Rakim,
kango's stein massive,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Supertramp,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fluxion,
Eurythmics,
Rites of Spring,
Ludus,
Wire,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Qualms,
MDC,
Easy Going,
Suburban Knight,
Graham Central Station,
Anakelly,
Ossler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amazonics,
Aaron Thompson,
Pulsallama,
Spoonie Gee,
Pagans,
Joey Negro,
Popol Vuh,
Harry Pussy,
The Durutti Column,
Black Moon,
Hardrive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brick,
The Remains,
The Blackbyrds,
The Smoke,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Selecter,
Public Enemy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Faust,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Con Funk Shun,
Davy DMX,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.