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 Barbados and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 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 Johnny Osbourne to the rap 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
The Detroit Cobras,
F. McDonald,
Spoonie Gee,
The Residents,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yusef Lateef,
Oneida,
Bauhaus,
Dual Sessions,
The Music Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
Morten Harket,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kas Product,
The Remains,
Crooked Eye,
Nirvana,
the Swans,
the Soft Cell,
Dead Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Radiohead,
Sonic Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brick,
Black Moon,
Mad Mike,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Wake,
Wally Richardson,
Charles Mingus,
Young Marble Giants,
Mission of Burma,
The Names,
Heaven 17,
Scientists,
T.S.O.L.,
Minutemen,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Sonics,
the Normal,
Amon Düül II,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Womack,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Zeros,
MDC,
Oblivians,
Moss Icon,
Nico,
Severed Heads,
The Searchers,
The Velvet Underground,
The Saints,
Alphaville,
Blancmange,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Victims,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.