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 Bolivia and from Mexico City.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pussy Galore to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Crime,
Severed Heads,
The Doors,
Buzzcocks,
Arcadia,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Simply Red,
Zero Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barbara Tucker,
John Cale,
Henry Cow,
Ossler,
Darondo,
Thee Headcoats,
Anakelly,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
DNA,
Crash Course in Science,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Moleskins,
Erasure,
Heaven 17,
X-102,
Gang Starr,
Public Enemy,
Depeche Mode,
The Sonics,
Intrusion,
Eddi Front,
Jacques Brel,
Mandrill,
Boz Scaggs,
Eurythmics,
Blake Baxter,
Joyce Sims,
Shuggie Otis,
Lakeside,
Aaron Thompson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
James White and The Blacks,
Mission of Burma,
New York Dolls,
Pantytec,
Absolute Body Control,
MDC,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pagans,
Lou Christie,
Harpers Bizarre,
Althea and Donna,
Kurtis Blow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Durutti Column,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alton Ellis,
Flash Fearless,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.