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 Hungary 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 World's Most to the electroclash 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Wings,
Dave Gahan,
Scion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Junior Murvin,
Andrew Hill,
Eurythmics,
Leonard Cohen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quantec,
Gang Starr,
Jandek,
Popol Vuh,
The Move,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dennis Brown,
L. Decosne,
The Velvet Underground,
OOIOO,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Accadde A,
Section 25,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grey Daturas,
Visage,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter & Gordon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marmalade,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
R.M.O.,
The Birthday Party,
Qualms,
Sixth Finger,
The Selecter,
Panda Bear,
Amon Düül,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fall,
Jeff Mills,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Grass Roots,
Piero Umiliani,
The Tremeloes,
Faraquet,
Mission of Burma,
Tim Buckley,
Flash Fearless,
Siglo XX,
Reuben Wilson,
Altered Images,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Monks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roxette,
Harry Pussy,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.