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 Uganda and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Robert Palmer 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 Newcleus to the disco 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Trumans Water,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Angels of Light,
Eli Mardock,
Essential Logic,
Guru Guru,
Nik Kershaw,
The American Breed,
Harry Pussy,
Porter Ricks,
Joyce Sims,
Royal Trux,
Moebius,
Electric Prunes,
Agitation Free,
Fat Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pylon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gastr Del Sol,
Reuben Wilson,
The Names,
The Standells,
Wolf Eyes,
Minny Pops,
Gong,
The Blackbyrds,
The Birthday Party,
Nils Olav,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gun Club,
Alton Ellis,
Reagan Youth,
The Raincoats,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wings,
Cameo,
The Black Dice,
Monks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Misunderstood,
Frankie Knuckles,
Andrew Hill,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yellowson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fela Kuti,
The Remains,
Interpol,
Glenn Branca,
Gabor Szabo,
Tom Boy,
Joe Smooth,
Althea and Donna,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sugar Minott,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kerrie Biddell,
Derrick Morgan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.