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 South Sudan and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 L. Decosne to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed,
Silicon Teens,
Wasted Youth,
The Star Department,
Hot Snakes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ronan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Public Enemy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
World's Most,
The Pretty Things,
Jandek,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeff Lynne,
Inner City,
Animal Collective,
Mantronix,
Marcia Griffiths,
Surgeon,
Black Flag,
The Sound,
Fluxion,
F. McDonald,
David Axelrod,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boredoms,
New Age Steppers,
Matthew Bourne,
Stereo Dub,
Donald Byrd,
Kerrie Biddell,
Liliput,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Delta 5,
Tomorrow,
Barbara Tucker,
The Move,
Shuggie Otis,
Byron Stingily,
Second Layer,
Fat Boys,
The Count Five,
Letta Mbulu,
Jacob Miller,
Crooked Eye,
Sister Nancy,
Das Ding,
Icehouse,
Basic Channel,
48th St. Collective,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
June of 44,
The Knickerbockers,
Flipper,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Zero Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.