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 Cape Verde and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Grey Daturas to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Darondo,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare,
Sight & Sound,
Make Up,
The Residents,
Arthur Verocai,
The Monks,
Circle Jerks,
Jesper Dahlback,
David Bowie,
Skarface,
Kenny Larkin,
Hot Snakes,
Bootsy Collins,
Glenn Branca,
Deepchord,
Franke,
Das Ding,
The Index,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minor Threat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cheater Slicks,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Cale,
The Real Kids,
Drexciya,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Panda Bear,
The Vogues,
The Gladiators,
Lalann,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bill Wells,
Junior Murvin,
Barbara Tucker,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hardrive,
Scion,
Kayak,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Faraquet,
Ultravox,
Amon Düül,
Kerri Chandler,
Funkadelic,
The Mojo Men,
Pagans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sixth Finger,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Germs,
Brothers Johnson,
The Victims,
Fat Boys,
The Remains,
Schoolly D,
The Tremeloes,
Unwound,
the Swans,
Simply Red,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.