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 Austria 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Theoretical Girls to the crunk 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Starr,
Lyres,
Slave,
Steve Hackett,
Donny Hathaway,
Marmalade,
Kenny Larkin,
Dave Gahan,
Heaven 17,
Oneida,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Oblivians,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Absolute Body Control,
The Moody Blues,
Anthony Braxton,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dual Sessions,
Jawbox,
Aswad,
Wire,
Funkadelic,
Rakim,
the Bar-Kays,
The Standells,
Dorothy Ashby,
Siglo XX,
Joe Finger,
Amazonics,
World's Most,
The Monochrome Set,
Harry Pussy,
The Birthday Party,
Ralphi Rosario,
China Crisis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Vainqueur,
Stiv Bators,
Q65,
Graham Central Station,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Trumans Water,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeff Mills,
Average White Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gichy Dan,
Davy DMX,
Tomorrow,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.