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 Kazakhstan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the grunge 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
World's Most,
Agitation Free,
Unwound,
the Normal,
Supertramp,
the Germs,
Yazoo,
Mad Mike,
The Happenings,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Television,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Banda Bassotti,
Pussy Galore,
Don Cherry,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Suburban Knight,
Cymande,
Marc Almond,
Kas Product,
Siglo XX,
Man Parrish,
The Cure,
Byron Stingily,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dennis Brown,
Mission of Burma,
The Electric Prunes,
Babytalk,
Pole,
Moby Grape,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Royal Trux,
Zero Boys,
Sandy B,
Howard Jones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
CMW,
Alison Limerick,
Porter Ricks,
Idris Muhammad,
The Blackbyrds,
MDC,
The Grass Roots,
Buzzcocks,
Prince Buster,
The Residents,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Angry Samoans,
Gabor Szabo,
The Monks,
Junior Murvin,
Lindisfarne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jacques Brel,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.