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 Luxembourg and from Shanghai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 Al Stewart to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Skaos,
John Lydon,
Stiv Bators,
Rosa Yemen,
The Walker Brothers,
Morten Harket,
Barrington Levy,
Eric Copeland,
Swell Maps,
Dual Sessions,
Delta 5,
The Misunderstood,
Fear,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wally Richardson,
Altered Images,
Qualms,
the Soft Cell,
The Searchers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Liliput,
The Saints,
Quadrant,
Groovy Waters,
DJ Style,
Charles Mingus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Unwound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang Starr,
Maurizio,
Slave,
Albert Ayler,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fela Kuti,
The Victims,
Severed Heads,
a-ha,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Sherman,
The Busters,
The Angels of Light,
Japan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Velvet Underground,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vainqueur,
Yazoo,
Masters at Work,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Sonics,
Juan Atkins,
Sun City Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lalo Schifrin,
World's Most,
Jawbox,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dirtbombs,
Connie Case,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.