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 Seychelles and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Zapp to the electroclash 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits 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?
Rites of Spring,
Marshall Jefferson,
Buzzcocks,
John Holt,
The Cowsills,
The Busters,
Jawbox,
The Divine Comedy,
Rapeman,
Brothers Johnson,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Gang Dance,
B.T. Express,
World's Most,
Ice-T,
Harry Pussy,
Bluetip,
Technova,
Royal Trux,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Hood,
Wolf Eyes,
Boredoms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Pop Group,
Jeff Lynne,
Quadrant,
Second Layer,
Absolute Body Control,
The Searchers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amazonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Junior Murvin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Idris Muhammad,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Circle Jerks,
Ludus,
Sister Nancy,
Scott Walker,
Reuben Wilson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Andrew Hill,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
PIL,
The Moleskins,
Joe Smooth,
EPMD,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Happenings,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bill Near,
Jandek,
Lyres,
The Cure,
Sex Pistols,
Laurel Aitken,
David Axelrod,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.