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 Madagascar and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Traffic Nightmare to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Soft Machine,
Barry Ungar,
Half Japanese,
Davy DMX,
Reagan Youth,
The Human League,
Hot Snakes,
Delta 5,
Symarip,
The Fire Engines,
Can,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Sheep,
Rapeman,
Wolf Eyes,
Spoonie Gee,
Rotary Connection,
Liliput,
Mo-Dettes,
Inner City,
Agent Orange,
Cheater Slicks,
The Zeros,
the Swans,
The Blues Magoos,
The Birthday Party,
L. Decosne,
Joe Smooth,
Shoche,
Depeche Mode,
Slick Rick,
Sam Rivers,
Donny Hathaway,
Ossler,
The Gap Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scientists,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brick,
Eric Dolphy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roy Ayers,
Smog,
Television Personalities,
Pulsallama,
The Seeds,
Scratch Acid,
Tomorrow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Piero Umiliani,
Qualms,
Graham Central Station,
Stetsasonic,
Supertramp,
the Bar-Kays,
Radiopuhelimet,
Suburban Knight,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Knickerbockers,
Sight & Sound,
The Monks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.