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 Philippines and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Misunderstood to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Darondo,
Faust,
The Music Machine,
Cybotron,
Terry Callier,
The Index,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Swell Maps,
Deepchord,
The Trojans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Half Japanese,
The Skatalites,
Eurythmics,
Scratch Acid,
Malaria!,
Soul Sonic Force,
Juan Atkins,
Eric B and Rakim,
New York Dolls,
Man Parrish,
L. Decosne,
Adolescents,
Hardrive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Human League,
Iggy Pop,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Althea and Donna,
Grey Daturas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Slits,
Be Bop Deluxe,
PIL,
Radio Birdman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Interpol,
Tears for Fears,
The United States of America,
48th St. Collective,
Schoolly D,
Jeff Lynne,
Arthur Verocai,
Organ,
Ohio Players,
Negative Approach,
Sun City Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crooked Eye,
Rekid,
The Pop Group,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crispian St. Peters,
Khruangbin,
The Leaves,
Minny Pops,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tubeway Army,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.