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 Nigeria and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Marine Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
E-Dancer,
The Smoke,
Organ,
Sex Pistols,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Bar-Kays,
Althea and Donna,
Jerry's Kids,
X-101,
David McCallum,
China Crisis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bauhaus,
The Associates,
Joe Finger,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Raincoats,
Gregory Isaacs,
Saccharine Trust,
Rites of Spring,
Ronnie Foster,
Royal Trux,
John Cale,
Funky Four + One,
Scratch Acid,
Joensuu 1685,
Iggy Pop,
Soft Machine,
The Cure,
Black Moon,
Derrick May,
The Remains,
Cecil Taylor,
Jeff Mills,
Grandmaster Flash,
Buzzcocks,
Wolf Eyes,
Funkadelic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stetsasonic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marc Almond,
Motorama,
The Alarm Clocks,
Don Cherry,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dead C,
Inner City,
Supertramp,
Crash Course in Science,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fad Gadget,
Ultra Naté,
Michelle Simonal,
Mantronix,
Moss Icon,
Fatback Band,
The Golliwogs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.