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 Maldives and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 sitar 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 The Cure to the dance 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Moebius,
The Victims,
Excepter,
The Human League,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gories,
Radio Birdman,
Aural Exciters,
Marmalade,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Martian,
Chris Corsano,
Pussy Galore,
Cymande,
K-Klass,
Pantytec,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Grass Roots,
Moss Icon,
Lower 48,
Thee Headcoats,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kerri Chandler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ralphi Rosario,
Patti Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
The Slits,
Reagan Youth,
Todd Terry,
Interpol,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jerry's Kids,
Cecil Taylor,
Dark Day,
Dave Gahan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Josef K,
The Smiths,
Qualms,
Absolute Body Control,
Public Enemy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bad Manners,
Nik Kershaw,
The Blackbyrds,
Mandrill,
Bill Wells,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
UT,
JFA,
Sällskapet,
Terry Callier,
Idris Muhammad,
cv313,
Can,
Mo-Dettes,
Mars,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.