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 Cyprus and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 A Certain Ratio 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Los Fastidios,
Sugar Minott,
Whodini,
Alice Coltrane,
The Beau Brummels,
DJ Sneak,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jacques Brel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Max Romeo,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Wyatt,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stetsasonic,
Pylon,
Jawbox,
Monolake,
X-102,
T.S.O.L.,
Toni Rubio,
Alison Limerick,
John Coltrane,
Aswad,
the Sonics,
Technova,
The Real Kids,
Niagra,
David McCallum,
Q65,
Adolescents,
The Toasters,
New Age Steppers,
H. Thieme,
Circle Jerks,
Lalann,
Johnny Osbourne,
Erykah Badu,
Mad Mike,
Deakin,
Pulsallama,
Talk Talk,
Slick Rick,
The Martian,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grauzone,
The Divine Comedy,
Grandmaster Flash,
June of 44,
Letta Mbulu,
Harmonia,
Dark Day,
The Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Tremeloes,
Deepchord,
Soulsonic Force,
Idris Muhammad,
Prince Buster,
Angry Samoans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.