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 Austria and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Television Personalities to the techno 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
The Slackers,
Graham Central Station,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joensuu 1685,
the Slits,
Aswad,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bauhaus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jerry's Kids,
The Golliwogs,
Derrick May,
Aaron Thompson,
Scratch Acid,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
One Last Wish,
Maurizio,
Wire,
Swell Maps,
Delon & Dalcan,
Delta 5,
Alton Ellis,
The Martian,
The Selecter,
David Bowie,
The Human League,
Symarip,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cheater Slicks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Massinfluence,
Crooked Eye,
Lungfish,
Masters at Work,
Steve Hackett,
The Barracudas,
The Gap Band,
Juan Atkins,
The Walker Brothers,
the Swans,
Tom Boy,
John Holt,
Bang On A Can,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crash Course in Science,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scientists,
Bobby Byrd,
LL Cool J,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun Ra,
Half Japanese,
Yusef Lateef,
Davy DMX,
the Germs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.