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 Djibouti and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pantytec to the techno 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Audionom,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Red Krayola,
Funky Four + One,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dirtbombs,
Eden Ahbez,
Zero Boys,
The J.B.'s,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rosa Yemen,
Joey Negro,
The Angels of Light,
Ronan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Albert Ayler,
Hardrive,
Basic Channel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Laurel Aitken,
The Human League,
The United States of America,
Bush Tetras,
Sex Pistols,
Sun Ra,
Angry Samoans,
Alphaville,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hoover,
The Five Americans,
The Standells,
Throbbing Gristle,
Unwound,
Skriet,
Toni Rubio,
Dave Gahan,
Bauhaus,
Freddie Wadling,
D'Angelo,
Clear Light,
Grauzone,
Anakelly,
R.M.O.,
Depeche Mode,
The Real Kids,
The Pop Group,
David Axelrod,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Reagan Youth,
Little Man,
Duran Duran,
Eddi Front,
The Martian,
Trumans Water,
Idris Muhammad,
Delta 5,
Fugazi,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The American Breed,
Altered Images,
The Motions,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.