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 Antigua and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 Subhumans to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Animal Collective,
Brass Construction,
Funky Four + One,
Rotary Connection,
Alison Limerick,
Roxette,
Thee Headcoats,
Quadrant,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Y Pants,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pere Ubu,
Liliput,
Second Layer,
Easy Going,
The Last Poets,
Black Flag,
The Dirtbombs,
Spoonie Gee,
Spandau Ballet,
Duran Duran,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Five Americans,
The Grass Roots,
The Vogues,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Smoke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boredoms,
Dark Day,
Deakin,
The Angels of Light,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Doors,
Gong,
The Dead C,
Jandek,
John Lydon,
Banda Bassotti,
Model 500,
Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers,
Hoover,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kurtis Blow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Moody Blues,
the Soft Cell,
Skarface,
Suburban Knight,
The Pop Group,
Lungfish,
Prince Buster,
X-102,
Sister Nancy,
Tres Demented,
The Divine Comedy,
Qualms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Pretty Things,
The Modern Lovers,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.