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 Chad and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gladiators to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Aaron Thompson,
Archie Shepp,
The Cure,
Dennis Brown,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Blues Magoos,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mojo Men,
The Detroit Cobras,
Throbbing Gristle,
One Last Wish,
The Moleskins,
The Neon Judgement,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
ABC,
Magazine,
Pussy Galore,
Scientists,
Sarah Menescal,
Mandrill,
Harry Pussy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jacob Miller,
Sun City Girls,
Groovy Waters,
Soft Cell,
The Star Department,
Gong,
Anakelly,
Mo-Dettes,
Sällskapet,
Thompson Twins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Reagan Youth,
Unwound,
UT,
Make Up,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aural Exciters,
Blancmange,
Babytalk,
DNA,
Barry Ungar,
The Electric Prunes,
Terry Callier,
The Gap Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quando Quango,
The Leaves,
Main Source,
Livin' Joy,
The Victims,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Seeds,
Fatback Band,
Al Stewart,
June of 44,
Erykah Badu,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.