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 Congo and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 David Bowie to the funk 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Black Pus,
Andrew Hill,
Crooked Eye,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pantaleimon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Los Fastidios,
the Germs,
The Knickerbockers,
Stereo Dub,
Hashim,
Soulsonic Force,
X-101,
Deadbeat,
Ohio Players,
Procol Harum,
The Fall,
Monks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ituana,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Audionom,
Con Funk Shun,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dave Gahan,
Mr. Review,
Pantytec,
The Raincoats,
The Music Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
Leonard Cohen,
Lungfish,
Nick Fraelich,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Groovy Waters,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Wyatt,
Soft Cell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sällskapet,
Man Parrish,
R.M.O.,
X-Ray Spex,
Maleditus Sound,
China Crisis,
Ponytail,
The Kinks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Derrick May,
La Düsseldorf,
8 Eyed Spy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Blues Magoos,
Junior Murvin,
D'Angelo,
Juan Atkins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.