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 Korea South and from Jakarta.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kerri Chandler to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Hood,
Sun Ra,
Sister Nancy,
Ultravox,
The Searchers,
Bootsy Collins,
David McCallum,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-102,
The Barracudas,
Newcleus,
Infiniti,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Talk Talk,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yaz,
Wire,
Nirvana,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Bar-Kays,
Young Marble Giants,
Cymande,
The Pop Group,
Rites of Spring,
Make Up,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marshall Jefferson,
R.M.O.,
Neil Young,
Rakim,
Reagan Youth,
The Remains,
Lou Reed,
Visage,
Easy Going,
The Standells,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Mr. Review,
Flipper,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Desert Stars,
The Red Krayola,
The American Breed,
Eric Dolphy,
Bluetip,
X-Ray Spex,
Wally Richardson,
Anthony Braxton,
Cluster,
Gang Starr,
The Busters,
Scrapy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Basic Channel,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.