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 Libya and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the electroclash 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Bad Manners,
Minnie Riperton,
Q65,
Frankie Knuckles,
Swans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Audionom,
Pussy Galore,
Mark Hollis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Accadde A,
Section 25,
Danielle Patucci,
Funky Four + One,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Spandau Ballet,
Basic Channel,
Yusef Lateef,
Desert Stars,
Black Bananas,
Marine Girls,
MC5,
Metal Thangz,
The Stooges,
Tropical Tobacco,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Symarip,
Faraquet,
Newcleus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stereo Dub,
Wasted Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sällskapet,
Siglo XX,
Traffic Nightmare,
June of 44,
Aural Exciters,
the Germs,
Procol Harum,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Masters at Work,
Vladislav Delay,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Boz Scaggs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kaleidoscope,
Matthew Bourne,
Reagan Youth,
Darondo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arab on Radar,
Technova,
E-Dancer,
Lyres,
B.T. Express,
Public Image Ltd.,
Faust,
Delta 5,
the Slits,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.