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 South Africa and from Tokyo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 The Smoke to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Blossom Toes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Darondo,
Ituana,
Stetsasonic,
Gang of Four,
Amon Düül II,
Fear,
Kerri Chandler,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Searchers,
The Toasters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joy Division,
Cameo,
Con Funk Shun,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Residents,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Excepter,
The Grass Roots,
Section 25,
Outsiders,
The Real Kids,
Royal Trux,
Adolescents,
Porter Ricks,
Funkadelic,
Matthew Halsall,
Erykah Badu,
The Fortunes,
Black Moon,
a-ha,
The Last Poets,
Freddie Wadling,
Quantec,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New Age Steppers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lower 48,
Grey Daturas,
The Knickerbockers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Circle Jerks,
Grauzone,
Theoretical Girls,
Henry Cow,
Yaz,
Fat Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mandrill,
Marine Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Modern Lovers,
Inner City,
Jacob Miller,
Make Up,
The Names,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pierre Henry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.