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 Colombia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Hashim to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Roxy Music,
LL Cool J,
Scion,
Idris Muhammad,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stiv Bators,
Nico,
The Last Poets,
The Cure,
The Durutti Column,
Terry Callier,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hashim,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Sheep,
Scrapy,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Names,
Carl Craig,
Japan,
Freddie Wadling,
Leonard Cohen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultimate Spinach,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
This Heat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sam Rivers,
Banda Bassotti,
Country Teasers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Derrick Morgan,
a-ha,
The Neon Judgement,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Khruangbin,
Barbara Tucker,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Toni Rubio,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Half Japanese,
Susan Cadogan,
China Crisis,
Section 25,
Wire,
Gang Starr,
Quando Quango,
MC5,
Swell Maps,
Excepter,
Zero Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.