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 Dominican Republic and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Holger Czukay 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 Stockholm Monsters to the rock 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Sparks,
Saccharine Trust,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
Sex Pistols,
Soulsonic Force,
The Knickerbockers,
The Modern Lovers,
Man Parrish,
Amazonics,
Black Bananas,
Moby Grape,
Icehouse,
Yellowson,
The Pop Group,
The Cowsills,
Intrusion,
the Normal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vainqueur,
Shuggie Otis,
Metal Thangz,
Fela Kuti,
Peter & Gordon,
John Cale,
Arcadia,
The Monochrome Set,
One Last Wish,
Unwound,
Amon Düül,
Eurythmics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rod Modell,
Alison Limerick,
Sun Ra,
Agent Orange,
The Evens,
The Durutti Column,
Minor Threat,
Rapeman,
Electric Prunes,
Aural Exciters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thee Headcoats,
Glenn Branca,
The Count Five,
The Golliwogs,
Bang On A Can,
The J.B.'s,
Echospace,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bootsy Collins,
Ohio Players,
Marmalade,
Marcia Griffiths,
Archie Shepp,
David Axelrod,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.