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 Dominican Republic 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joy Division to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Techniques,
Accadde A,
Livin' Joy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alphaville,
The Leaves,
Grandmaster Flash,
James White and The Blacks,
Ornette Coleman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amon Düül II,
The Dirtbombs,
Eurythmics,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gories,
The Divine Comedy,
R.M.O.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bill Wells,
ABBA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marine Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pantytec,
Mark Hollis,
Spandau Ballet,
Alice Coltrane,
Isaac Hayes,
Magma,
Lakeside,
Aural Exciters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pierre Henry,
Albert Ayler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sixth Finger,
the Germs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Anthony Braxton,
Warsaw,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nirvana,
Stetsasonic,
Ten City,
Mr. Review,
ABC,
Ken Boothe,
The Zeros,
Rotary Connection,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Goldenarms,
Qualms,
The Cowsills,
Pole,
Skarface,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.