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 Papua New Guinea and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Slits to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Sarah Menescal,
Barry Ungar,
Dennis Brown,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brass Construction,
Wings,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Pretty Things,
Vladislav Delay,
The Wake,
The Red Krayola,
Nils Olav,
Whodini,
Bronski Beat,
Dead Boys,
World's Most,
Fugazi,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brothers Johnson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Depeche Mode,
Fad Gadget,
Roger Hodgson,
Glenn Branca,
The Detroit Cobras,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tomorrow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hasil Adkins,
the Sonics,
Dave Gahan,
The Human League,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minny Pops,
Agitation Free,
Unrelated Segments,
Toni Rubio,
Terrestrial Tones,
KRS-One,
Buzzcocks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cowsills,
Funkadelic,
Pere Ubu,
Max Romeo,
Matthew Halsall,
Young Marble Giants,
Sex Pistols,
Franke,
Thee Headcoats,
Jerry's Kids,
Althea and Donna,
The Happenings,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Man Parrish,
Piero Umiliani,
Motorama,
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.