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 Indonesia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare 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 Magazine to the techno 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Chrome,
Minny Pops,
the Normal,
The Blackbyrds,
The Pretty Things,
Funky Four + One,
The Saints,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Moody Blues,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sällskapet,
June Days,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flamin' Groovies,
Swell Maps,
X-101,
Make Up,
The Victims,
Mission of Burma,
Tres Demented,
Vladislav Delay,
Little Man,
Can,
Janne Schatter,
Japan,
Lou Reed,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Whodini,
Archie Shepp,
The Slackers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Smoke,
Prince Buster,
Erasure,
Maurizio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
UT,
the Bar-Kays,
Skaos,
Visage,
The Searchers,
John Lydon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Von Mondo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Absolute Body Control,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Invisible,
Marine Girls,
Marmalade,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Holt,
Josef K,
Warsaw,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.