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 Philippines and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 T.S.O.L. 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Porter Ricks,
DJ Sneak,
Jeff Lynne,
Main Source,
T.S.O.L.,
The Saints,
Barrington Levy,
Glenn Branca,
The Monochrome Set,
Icehouse,
Mad Mike,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Count Five,
Charles Mingus,
The Remains,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New Age Steppers,
Bill Wells,
Soft Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Patti Smith,
Derrick May,
Flipper,
The Martian,
Barry Ungar,
The Shadows of Knight,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stereo Dub,
The Stooges,
Dead Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Invisible,
Althea and Donna,
Deadbeat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eric Copeland,
Sugar Minott,
The Durutti Column,
Stockholm Monsters,
Symarip,
The Fuzztones,
KRS-One,
Severed Heads,
Monks,
Young Marble Giants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Drexciya,
Aaron Thompson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Goldenarms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Can,
David Axelrod,
The Star Department,
Bobbi Humphrey,
This Heat,
B.T. Express,
Tears for Fears,
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.