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 Uruguay and from New York.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Max Romeo to the punk 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '80s.
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 Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Silicon Teens,
the Swans,
Easy Going,
Matthew Bourne,
Wasted Youth,
Mandrill,
Sight & Sound,
Monolake,
OOIOO,
Shoche,
Talk Talk,
Blossom Toes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Spoonie Gee,
E-Dancer,
Alice Coltrane,
Los Fastidios,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
The Grass Roots,
The Evens,
Sparks,
Deakin,
Roxy Music,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Supertramp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter and Kerry,
Yellowson,
Tomorrow,
Sister Nancy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Flag,
Japan,
Josef K,
Barry Ungar,
Sun City Girls,
Royal Trux,
Qualms,
Television,
Mo-Dettes,
Jerry's Kids,
Technova,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Blues Magoos,
Country Teasers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Christie,
Bluetip,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Zeros,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Parry Music,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
World's Most,
Banda Bassotti,
Whodini,
The Happenings,
The Young Rascals,
Erasure,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.