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 Azerbaijan and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 Buzzcocks to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Interpol,
Lucky Dragons,
Hoover,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Wake,
Black Moon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sonic Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cameo,
Make Up,
Erykah Badu,
Subhumans,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Green,
Throbbing Gristle,
Delon & Dalcan,
Unwound,
Duran Duran,
The Beau Brummels,
UT,
Depeche Mode,
The United States of America,
Shoche,
Joey Negro,
Derrick Morgan,
Fat Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Wolf Eyes,
Cluster,
Cymande,
John Foxx,
Bob Dylan,
Michelle Simonal,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marc Almond,
Arcadia,
The Barracudas,
Max Romeo,
Lakeside,
Gong,
The Index,
Minnie Riperton,
Matthew Bourne,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nas,
The Martian,
Y Pants,
The Blackbyrds,
The Mojo Men,
Deepchord,
Crooked Eye,
The American Breed,
Second Layer,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Judy Mowatt,
Suburban Knight,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.