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 Georgia and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jerry's Kids to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
The Busters,
Guru Guru,
Supertramp,
Wings,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun Ra,
Young Marble Giants,
Hasil Adkins,
Khruangbin,
Mark Hollis,
Kerri Chandler,
Steve Hackett,
Darondo,
Faust,
The Divine Comedy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harry Pussy,
Mantronix,
Joensuu 1685,
Ken Boothe,
Susan Cadogan,
The Martian,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hardrive,
Interpol,
Frankie Knuckles,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Massinfluence,
Rotary Connection,
the Normal,
Hoover,
T.S.O.L.,
the Fania All-Stars,
cv313,
Harpers Bizarre,
Skarface,
Symarip,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Christie,
The Flesh Eaters,
Motorama,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Pop Group,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Bananas,
The Stooges,
Swans,
China Crisis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harmonia,
Mars,
The Kinks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brand Nubian,
the Association,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Suicide,
Sam Rivers,
Sparks,
Von Mondo,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.