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 Kyrgyzstan and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 Nico to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Bluetip,
Janne Schatter,
Electric Prunes,
Patti Smith,
Negative Approach,
The Dirtbombs,
Moss Icon,
The Neon Judgement,
Duran Duran,
Grauzone,
Spandau Ballet,
Deakin,
Roxy Music,
Lou Christie,
Yaz,
The Gun Club,
Zero Boys,
June Days,
Mantronix,
Matthew Halsall,
Slick Rick,
Loose Ends,
The Saints,
Aural Exciters,
Sällskapet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terry Callier,
Charles Mingus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Flipper,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Monochrome Set,
Ossler,
Johnny Clarke,
Tres Demented,
Derrick May,
Steve Hackett,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Funkadelic,
Y Pants,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lyres,
Crime,
The Raincoats,
Depeche Mode,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Foxx,
Suicide,
Ronan,
Deadbeat,
Main Source,
Joey Negro,
Fluxion,
Oblivians,
Neil Young,
Thompson Twins,
Pantytec,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Zapp,
Half Japanese,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.