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 Lithuania and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Qualms to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Flash Fearless,
Neu!,
Guru Guru,
Reuben Wilson,
Maleditus Sound,
Depeche Mode,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Flag,
Archie Shepp,
the Soft Cell,
The Human League,
Brass Construction,
Bob Dylan,
A Certain Ratio,
Matthew Halsall,
Soft Machine,
La Düsseldorf,
Accadde A,
Joensuu 1685,
Kaleidoscope,
T. Rex,
Ponytail,
Soul II Soul,
Blancmange,
Cameo,
One Last Wish,
Gang Starr,
The Zeros,
Q and Not U,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minnie Riperton,
John Lydon,
Motorama,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Inner City,
48th St. Collective,
Scott Walker,
Gerry Rafferty,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Holt,
Lungfish,
The Pop Group,
Lee Hazlewood,
Qualms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nation of Ulysses,
10cc,
Scratch Acid,
Alton Ellis,
The Busters,
The Monochrome Set,
Outsiders,
Hot Snakes,
Vladislav Delay,
a-ha,
cv313,
The Mojo Men,
Bang On A Can,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.