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 Nigeria and from Bremen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 Delon & Dalcan to the jazz 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Parry Music,
Skriet,
Ronan,
Procol Harum,
Henry Cow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
La Düsseldorf,
Wally Richardson,
The Offenders,
Aaron Thompson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sällskapet,
Public Enemy,
Dawn Penn,
Lucky Dragons,
Eddi Front,
Fear,
Saccharine Trust,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Spandau Ballet,
DJ Sneak,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cymande,
L. Decosne,
Lakeside,
The Black Dice,
ABC,
Robert Wyatt,
Davy DMX,
Bronski Beat,
Skaos,
Robert Görl,
Leonard Cohen,
48th St. Collective,
Duran Duran,
Reuben Wilson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arcadia,
Second Layer,
Sun Ra,
Warren Ellis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Slave,
The Star Department,
The Electric Prunes,
Youth Brigade,
The New Christs,
Niagra,
Reagan Youth,
MC5,
Lebanon Hanover,
Model 500,
James White and The Blacks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Christie,
Rekid,
Yusef Lateef,
X-102,
Maurizio,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.