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 Costa Rica and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 the Swans to the grunge 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Al Stewart,
Von Mondo,
The Fall,
Infiniti,
Andrew Hill,
Y Pants,
Underground Resistance,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dirtbombs,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Selecter,
MDC,
Camberwell Now,
Dawn Penn,
Sun Ra,
Lindisfarne,
Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Spandau Ballet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Television Personalities,
Donald Byrd,
Mandrill,
The Gun Club,
Rakim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crash Course in Science,
Essential Logic,
Joe Finger,
Vainqueur,
Yusef Lateef,
The Evens,
Kerri Chandler,
Pagans,
Quando Quango,
John Lydon,
New Age Steppers,
Babytalk,
Jandek,
Aaron Thompson,
the Association,
Arthur Verocai,
Prince Buster,
Sound Behaviour,
the Swans,
Inner City,
Ultra Naté,
The Cure,
Camouflage,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pantytec,
Main Source,
Yazoo,
Bobby Womack,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Real Kids,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Victims,
Stockholm Monsters,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.