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 Nepal and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ken Boothe to the techno 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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Thee Headcoats,
Malaria!,
Metal Thangz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Con Funk Shun,
Ice-T,
The Sonics,
Derrick May,
David McCallum,
The Electric Prunes,
Bob Dylan,
Lower 48,
The Toasters,
Eric Dolphy,
The Slits,
Todd Rundgren,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang of Four,
DJ Style,
Mr. Review,
Underground Resistance,
Flipper,
Delon & Dalcan,
One Last Wish,
Slave,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roxette,
MC5,
Sun Ra,
Ultra Naté,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radio Birdman,
Sex Pistols,
Tears for Fears,
The Detroit Cobras,
KRS-One,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gun Club,
The Tremeloes,
The Misunderstood,
Little Man,
Brothers Johnson,
Unrelated Segments,
Deadbeat,
The Fuzztones,
The Modern Lovers,
The Index,
UT,
The Invisible,
Sixth Finger,
Agitation Free,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ken Boothe,
The American Breed,
Visage,
JFA,
The Offenders,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.