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 South Sudan and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cure to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
The Happenings,
Monks,
Wasted Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Zapp,
Echospace,
Pole,
Television,
The Real Kids,
Byron Stingily,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roxy Music,
Delta 5,
Scientists,
Icehouse,
Sällskapet,
The Slits,
Robert Görl,
Susan Cadogan,
Funky Four + One,
the Sonics,
Youth Brigade,
ABC,
MDC,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Theoretical Girls,
Unwound,
Quando Quango,
Nik Kershaw,
Guru Guru,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barry Ungar,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Basic Channel,
Amazonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ponytail,
Cal Tjader,
Can,
Robert Hood,
Sandy B,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skriet,
Essential Logic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lalann,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Monks,
Steve Hackett,
The Star Department,
Hot Snakes,
Massinfluence,
The Litter,
John Coltrane,
Erykah Badu,
Minor Threat,
Matthew Bourne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.