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 Switzerland and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 United States of America to the grime 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Crime,
The Mummies,
Sugar Minott,
Unrelated Segments,
L. Decosne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Accadde A,
Silicon Teens,
Toni Rubio,
Thompson Twins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Hood,
Sixth Finger,
New York Dolls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dirtbombs,
Derrick May,
Gong,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grey Daturas,
Hoover,
The Blackbyrds,
Harry Pussy,
Danielle Patucci,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pierre Henry,
Jacques Brel,
Black Flag,
Flash Fearless,
The Monks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Five Americans,
Severed Heads,
Malaria!,
The Electric Prunes,
June of 44,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eric Dolphy,
The Associates,
The Slits,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scientists,
Janne Schatter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Moleskins,
Brand Nubian,
Harmonia,
Juan Atkins,
X-102,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roxy Music,
Niagra,
Minnie Riperton,
Motorama,
K-Klass,
Hashim,
Don Cherry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.