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 Guatemala and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 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 Camouflage to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
AZ,
Wings,
Boz Scaggs,
Roger Hodgson,
Clear Light,
Arab on Radar,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Soft Cell,
Sound Behaviour,
Deepchord,
The Dirtbombs,
The Moleskins,
Arcadia,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Second Layer,
Swell Maps,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Interpol,
Dead Boys,
Niagra,
Gong,
Average White Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
L. Decosne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joey Negro,
The Martian,
Grey Daturas,
Pussy Galore,
Monks,
The Slits,
Saccharine Trust,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Standells,
Masters at Work,
Country Joe & The Fish,
H. Thieme,
Metal Thangz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Pus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Beau Brummels,
Glenn Branca,
June Days,
Agent Orange,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Victims,
Buzzcocks,
Motorama,
Cluster,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mummies,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Toni Rubio,
Silicon Teens,
the Association,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.