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 Pakistan and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro 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 Derrick Morgan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Soft Cell,
Severed Heads,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultravox,
Scratch Acid,
Simply Red,
Desert Stars,
Country Teasers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roger Hodgson,
Henry Cow,
Sister Nancy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pulsallama,
the Slits,
Quantec,
Mission of Burma,
The Mojo Men,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Martian,
Groovy Waters,
Jeff Mills,
Faraquet,
Glenn Branca,
Terry Callier,
Babytalk,
Bauhaus,
Letta Mbulu,
Pere Ubu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Panda Bear,
Swell Maps,
Suburban Knight,
The Detroit Cobras,
Slave,
The Index,
Dead Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lyres,
Audionom,
The Busters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thompson Twins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bluetip,
Basic Channel,
Marc Almond,
The Real Kids,
Maurizio,
Jeff Lynne,
Vladislav Delay,
Ken Boothe,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter and Kerry,
Pierre Henry,
Bronski Beat,
Television Personalities,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.