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 Libya and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 kango's stein massive to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marshall Jefferson,
Goldenarms,
D'Angelo,
Negative Approach,
Bad Manners,
The Buckinghams,
June Days,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Moleskins,
The Pretty Things,
Scott Walker,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Bananas,
Chrome,
Sun City Girls,
Marine Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Loose Ends,
B.T. Express,
Talk Talk,
Danielle Patucci,
Donald Byrd,
Andrew Hill,
Altered Images,
John Foxx,
Mantronix,
the Human League,
Niagra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Average White Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Banda Bassotti,
Public Enemy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bootsy Collins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Magazine,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flipper,
Susan Cadogan,
Amazonics,
Magma,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeff Mills,
The Remains,
Drexciya,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Warsaw,
Hasil Adkins,
Minor Threat,
Graham Central Station,
Black Moon,
The Mummies,
Toni Rubio,
Ludus,
Zero Boys,
Model 500,
Unwound,
Severed Heads,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.