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 Andorra and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 Severed Heads to the grime 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Leaves,
The Real Kids,
DNA,
Sugar Minott,
Reagan Youth,
John Lydon,
New Age Steppers,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gap Band,
Fad Gadget,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brothers Johnson,
The Monks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Technova,
Cybotron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Soft Cell,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Busters,
Suburban Knight,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hoover,
Peter & Gordon,
The Offenders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eve St. Jones,
Rites of Spring,
The Fire Engines,
Yazoo,
Bluetip,
Inner City,
Neu!,
Eric Dolphy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joensuu 1685,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tomorrow,
Skarface,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Easy Going,
Glambeats Corp.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Donald Byrd,
Porter Ricks,
Little Man,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mummies,
Fear,
Unwound,
Circle Jerks,
the Swans,
Harry Pussy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joey Negro,
Kayak,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.