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 Monaco and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Birthday Party to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Byron Stingily,
Half Japanese,
The Durutti Column,
DJ Sneak,
Technova,
One Last Wish,
Maleditus Sound,
Niagra,
Minor Threat,
Roxette,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Velvet Underground,
Roxy Music,
Gang Gang Dance,
L. Decosne,
Steve Hackett,
Pulsallama,
Wally Richardson,
John Foxx,
Bush Tetras,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Derrick Morgan,
The Martian,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bang On A Can,
Ossler,
Fad Gadget,
Warsaw,
Intrusion,
Tom Boy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ohio Players,
Ronnie Foster,
Donny Hathaway,
Japan,
Skaos,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cowsills,
Hardrive,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Görl,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
CMW,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The United States of America,
Lou Christie,
Thee Headcoats,
The J.B.'s,
Marvin Gaye,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Talk Talk,
Guru Guru,
Dark Day,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joey Negro,
10cc,
The Mojo Men,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.