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 Egypt and from Manila.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 10cc to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Tom Boy,
Tears for Fears,
Minnie Riperton,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flash Fearless,
Jandek,
The United States of America,
Steve Hackett,
Babytalk,
Swell Maps,
The Modern Lovers,
Marine Girls,
Guru Guru,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Music Machine,
The Gladiators,
Rod Modell,
Wire,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yellowson,
Simply Red,
The Trojans,
Prince Buster,
Grauzone,
Judy Mowatt,
Aaron Thompson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yaz,
David Axelrod,
Tim Buckley,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
K-Klass,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joy Division,
Arthur Verocai,
Quando Quango,
Cameo,
Zapp,
Scientists,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare,
Lou Christie,
The Sisters of Mercy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Happenings,
The Human League,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Barracudas,
Neil Young,
Magazine,
The Searchers,
Eric Dolphy,
Mantronix,
La Düsseldorf,
Susan Cadogan,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.