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 Romania and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Mr. Review,
These Immortal Souls,
Television,
The Mojo Men,
Von Mondo,
The Tremeloes,
Das Ding,
Visage,
Isaac Hayes,
Kaleidoscope,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Connie Case,
Cybotron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
H. Thieme,
Gang of Four,
Ice-T,
Ornette Coleman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grandmaster Flash,
The Moleskins,
Sandy B,
Robert Hood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Angry Samoans,
the Swans,
Eddi Front,
JFA,
KRS-One,
Erasure,
CMW,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crash Course in Science,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Flipper,
Heaven 17,
Camberwell Now,
DJ Sneak,
Minutemen,
Section 25,
Laurel Aitken,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
In Retrospect,
Letta Mbulu,
Slick Rick,
Rosa Yemen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Colin Newman,
B.T. Express,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scion,
Black Flag,
Gregory Isaacs,
D'Angelo,
Dennis Brown,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Zero Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Kerrie Biddell,
June Days,
Suburban Knight,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.