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 Bologna.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 Scientists to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Subhumans,
Chris Corsano,
Graham Central Station,
Hardrive,
Connie Case,
The Seeds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roxette,
Marine Girls,
This Heat,
Blake Baxter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Saints,
Index,
Brothers Johnson,
Slave,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Depeche Mode,
Scott Walker,
Carl Craig,
Prince Buster,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soft Cell,
Magma,
World's Most,
Hasil Adkins,
Eli Mardock,
Josef K,
New Age Steppers,
Agitation Free,
Bronski Beat,
Toni Rubio,
Slick Rick,
Banda Bassotti,
Pulsallama,
The Fire Engines,
Echospace,
Yellowson,
Lightning Bolt,
The New Christs,
H. Thieme,
Skarface,
Ohio Players,
Gang of Four,
Moby Grape,
Talk Talk,
Animal Collective,
The Wake,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Monolake,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barbara Tucker,
Gong,
Althea and Donna,
New York Dolls,
The J.B.'s,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.