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 India and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Depeche Mode 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Busters,
The Cure,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Magma,
The Searchers,
Bobby Byrd,
Echospace,
Agitation Free,
Malaria!,
The Divine Comedy,
Minnie Riperton,
Stiv Bators,
The Music Machine,
Rites of Spring,
The Seeds,
Albert Ayler,
Gerry Rafferty,
Chrome,
Eli Mardock,
Half Japanese,
Isaac Hayes,
Flipper,
The Saints,
Lightning Bolt,
Fat Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
Roxette,
Josef K,
Chris Corsano,
Marvin Gaye,
New Order,
L. Decosne,
Animal Collective,
The Selecter,
Don Cherry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Section 25,
JFA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang Starr,
Marc Almond,
Harpers Bizarre,
Organ,
The Pretty Things,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nirvana,
Los Fastidios,
Jesper Dahlback,
Iggy Pop,
Connie Case,
Pulsallama,
Prince Buster,
Jawbox,
The Gories,
Idris Muhammad,
Sam Rivers,
The Leaves,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.