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 Ecuador and from Delhi.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Tubeway Army,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Pus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Isaac Hayes,
The Selecter,
Soul Sonic Force,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Byrd,
Half Japanese,
Joe Finger,
Traffic Nightmare,
Magma,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ten City,
The Move,
Lakeside,
cv313,
Intrusion,
The Victims,
Suburban Knight,
The Residents,
Joensuu 1685,
Camberwell Now,
The Zeros,
K-Klass,
Gerry Rafferty,
Vladislav Delay,
Sonic Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ronan,
The Young Rascals,
Darondo,
Connie Case,
The Fall,
Zero Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Severed Heads,
Barry Ungar,
Livin' Joy,
Second Layer,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marvin Gaye,
Thee Headcoats,
Crime,
The Angels of Light,
DNA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eric Copeland,
Fugazi,
Swell Maps,
Main Source,
Theoretical Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dave Gahan,
Graham Central Station,
Tommy Roe,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.