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 Sri Lanka and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Move to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crime,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Happenings,
B.T. Express,
Neil Young,
Howard Jones,
The Pretty Things,
Sister Nancy,
Whodini,
Depeche Mode,
Johnny Clarke,
Joey Negro,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gap Band,
Faraquet,
Khruangbin,
E-Dancer,
Qualms,
Soul II Soul,
The Moleskins,
Tubeway Army,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hardrive,
Bush Tetras,
Quadrant,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dead Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Swans,
The Beau Brummels,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Golliwogs,
Jeff Mills,
Swell Maps,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ituana,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eve St. Jones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aloha Tigers,
John Cale,
Lucky Dragons,
Harmonia,
Bad Manners,
New Order,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roger Hodgson,
The Five Americans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Pus,
Q65,
Juan Atkins,
Sixth Finger,
Donald Byrd,
Iggy Pop,
Organ,
Accadde A,
10cc,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Agitation Free,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.