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 Ethiopia and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the rock 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DJ Sneak,
Jacob Miller,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
T. Rex,
Babytalk,
Connie Case,
Fad Gadget,
Tommy Roe,
Black Bananas,
the Normal,
Aural Exciters,
Fluxion,
Faraquet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Junior Murvin,
Moebius,
Grey Daturas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
B.T. Express,
Groovy Waters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fear,
Vladislav Delay,
Wally Richardson,
Cheater Slicks,
Yaz,
Eric Dolphy,
Boz Scaggs,
Pagans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rites of Spring,
The Modern Lovers,
Quando Quango,
Dennis Brown,
Cecil Taylor,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultimate Spinach,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chris & Cosey,
Henry Cow,
Soulsonic Force,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Arcadia,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Index,
Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bang On A Can,
Pulsallama,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.