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 Nauru and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Metal Thangz to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ice-T,
The Searchers,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Monochrome Set,
Motorama,
The Standells,
Angry Samoans,
Fela Kuti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
China Crisis,
Avey Tare,
Mr. Review,
Matthew Halsall,
Pere Ubu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blossom Toes,
Pussy Galore,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang Green,
Can,
Zero Boys,
Colin Newman,
Fluxion,
Ponytail,
Average White Band,
The Fuzztones,
Davy DMX,
Sex Pistols,
Y Pants,
Flipper,
Brothers Johnson,
Guru Guru,
Eddi Front,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Residents,
Moebius,
Liliput,
The Gap Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cowsills,
Country Teasers,
Make Up,
Monks,
X-101,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tommy Roe,
the Germs,
Sun Ra,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Kinks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Man Eating Sloth,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeff Mills,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David Bowie,
Susan Cadogan,
Howard Jones,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
MDC,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.