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 Turkey and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Mummies to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang of Four,
Ten City,
FM Einheit,
The Gap Band,
Camberwell Now,
The Toasters,
Brothers Johnson,
Robert Görl,
Trumans Water,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dave Gahan,
Steve Hackett,
Isaac Hayes,
Mad Mike,
Flipper,
The Index,
Country Teasers,
The Pretty Things,
Fad Gadget,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Bar-Kays,
The Count Five,
Thee Headcoats,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
AZ,
Kayak,
Pussy Galore,
China Crisis,
Deadbeat,
Outsiders,
DJ Style,
Bootsy Collins,
Pagans,
Deakin,
Rotary Connection,
Josef K,
Iggy Pop,
The Remains,
The J.B.'s,
The Motions,
Toni Rubio,
The Doors,
Radiohead,
Alison Limerick,
June Days,
Tommy Roe,
The Gun Club,
Joey Negro,
Nas,
Danielle Patucci,
Cal Tjader,
Cheater Slicks,
the Soft Cell,
Terry Callier,
Gabor Szabo,
John Cale,
The Fall,
Livin' Joy,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.