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 Jamaica and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 10cc to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
The Buckinghams,
Main Source,
Stiv Bators,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Delta 5,
Tres Demented,
Altered Images,
Procol Harum,
Minny Pops,
Fatback Band,
The Leaves,
The Seeds,
Bush Tetras,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kurtis Blow,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Organ,
Spandau Ballet,
Scientists,
Don Cherry,
Rosa Yemen,
David Axelrod,
The J.B.'s,
Ossler,
The Count Five,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Trojans,
Goldenarms,
PIL,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Judy Mowatt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Blackbyrds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Invisible,
Ronnie Foster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Maurizio,
John Foxx,
Parry Music,
Negative Approach,
MDC,
The Remains,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arthur Verocai,
Desert Stars,
Unwound,
The Durutti Column,
ABBA,
Liliput,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jeff Mills,
T.S.O.L.,
The Litter,
Funky Four + One,
The Victims,
Marc Almond,
Lungfish,
The Fugs,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.