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 Belize and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 Scan 7 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Eddi Front,
Echospace,
Massinfluence,
Can,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crispian St. Peters,
Zapp,
The Martian,
Joe Finger,
Con Funk Shun,
Dawn Penn,
Outsiders,
Duran Duran,
Isaac Hayes,
Scott Walker,
Sonic Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Accadde A,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fugazi,
Skaos,
L. Decosne,
X-102,
The Shadows of Knight,
Swell Maps,
Lungfish,
The Dead C,
Maurizio,
Blossom Toes,
David Bowie,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lebanon Hanover,
Livin' Joy,
Matthew Halsall,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yaz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Slave,
The Fall,
Animal Collective,
Colin Newman,
The Motions,
Kerri Chandler,
cv313,
the Germs,
The Fortunes,
The Invisible,
the Sonics,
Flipper,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Porter Ricks,
the Human League,
Flash Fearless,
Unwound,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.