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 Turkmenistan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the rap 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
the Swans,
Thompson Twins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thee Headcoats,
Johnny Osbourne,
Al Stewart,
Joe Finger,
Massinfluence,
Arab on Radar,
The Real Kids,
Lightning Bolt,
Boredoms,
Eurythmics,
JFA,
Tubeway Army,
X-101,
The Cure,
The Fugs,
The Searchers,
Pylon,
Ossler,
The Vogues,
Alison Limerick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Model 500,
the Association,
Loose Ends,
The Young Rascals,
Surgeon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
June of 44,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dual Sessions,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric Dolphy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Green,
Tommy Roe,
Soft Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deepchord,
The Fall,
Wasted Youth,
Lyres,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mars,
Robert Hood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quando Quango,
Carl Craig,
The Wake,
The Motions,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.