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 El Salvador and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
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 Lou Reed 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 Harmonia to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Bob Dylan,
Ken Boothe,
Fela Kuti,
New Age Steppers,
Dead Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Knickerbockers,
Brothers Johnson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dirtbombs,
Faust,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Birthday Party,
Duran Duran,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lindisfarne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Sonics,
the Association,
Wings,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Graham Central Station,
Steve Hackett,
Erasure,
Terrestrial Tones,
Todd Terry,
Nick Fraelich,
U.S. Maple,
PIL,
The Five Americans,
Funkadelic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Associates,
Lakeside,
David McCallum,
The United States of America,
Toni Rubio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang of Four,
Ludus,
Rufus Thomas,
Lalann,
The Shadows of Knight,
Maleditus Sound,
Gong,
Lungfish,
John Holt,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fortunes,
Average White Band,
Pulsallama,
Bush Tetras,
Piero Umiliani,
Eden Ahbez,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Womack,
Joensuu 1685,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.