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 El Salvador and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Smiths to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Nation of Ulysses,
Slave,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Duran Duran,
Radiohead,
Gichy Dan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Knickerbockers,
The Saints,
Ponytail,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Youth Brigade,
David McCallum,
Dark Day,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soulsonic Force,
Negative Approach,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bad Manners,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Peter and Kerry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Moss Icon,
The Neon Judgement,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Intrusion,
Popol Vuh,
The Motions,
Spandau Ballet,
Tres Demented,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jawbox,
Glenn Branca,
The Real Kids,
Mantronix,
Mad Mike,
Hoover,
The Pop Group,
The Leaves,
Oneida,
China Crisis,
Godley & Creme,
Frankie Knuckles,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Smiths,
Pussy Galore,
The Buckinghams,
Dead Boys,
Davy DMX,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mr. Review,
Letta Mbulu,
Vladislav Delay,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alphaville,
Laurel Aitken,
Shuggie Otis,
Lucky Dragons,
Loose Ends,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.