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 Thailand and from London.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Yellowson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Nas,
Saccharine Trust,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Masters at Work,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cybotron,
The Searchers,
Jacob Miller,
Blake Baxter,
Hoover,
Bobby Womack,
Eric Copeland,
Chris & Cosey,
Slick Rick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bad Manners,
Massinfluence,
Wally Richardson,
Roy Ayers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Warsaw,
the Germs,
Half Japanese,
Sound Behaviour,
Monks,
Mission of Burma,
the Soft Cell,
Delta 5,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cure,
Marcia Griffiths,
Organ,
Rites of Spring,
Rhythm & Sound,
Von Mondo,
Can,
Grauzone,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blancmange,
Scion,
Agent Orange,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gun Club,
The Seeds,
Tears for Fears,
Thee Headcoats,
Rufus Thomas,
Panda Bear,
Pantaleimon,
Steve Hackett,
Unrelated Segments,
Eric Dolphy,
Accadde A,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chrome,
Jeff Lynne,
PIL,
Stockholm Monsters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Misunderstood,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.