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 Laos and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Gil Scott Heron to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Altered Images,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Doors,
Angry Samoans,
The Beau Brummels,
Magma,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Angels of Light,
MC5,
Pole,
The Velvet Underground,
Scientists,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brick,
Jandek,
OOIOO,
Y Pants,
The Selecter,
Harry Pussy,
The Moleskins,
The Last Poets,
Junior Murvin,
The Divine Comedy,
Lyres,
Juan Atkins,
Warsaw,
Tom Boy,
John Foxx,
Clear Light,
Anakelly,
Bush Tetras,
The Young Rascals,
Susan Cadogan,
The Pop Group,
Kayak,
a-ha,
Crash Course in Science,
The Searchers,
Idris Muhammad,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Sherman,
Dave Gahan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Normal,
Anthony Braxton,
Wolf Eyes,
The Count Five,
Peter & Gordon,
Carl Craig,
Boz Scaggs,
Ludus,
Nils Olav,
The Gun Club,
Glenn Branca,
Eve St. Jones,
MDC,
Lou Reed,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soft Cell,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.