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 Georgia and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 The Trojans to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
10cc,
Susan Cadogan,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Sherman,
Livin' Joy,
Cybotron,
The Durutti Column,
Tommy Roe,
Buzzcocks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Josef K,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
New Order,
Erykah Badu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Simply Red,
Half Japanese,
F. McDonald,
Gang of Four,
R.M.O.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
CMW,
ABC,
Rites of Spring,
Second Layer,
Ituana,
Morten Harket,
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott Heron,
Byron Stingily,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Donald Byrd,
The Names,
The Mojo Men,
The Wake,
World's Most,
Q65,
Unwound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Outsiders,
Suicide,
UT,
Sight & Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
Lucky Dragons,
The Five Americans,
The Fire Engines,
Ronnie Foster,
The Buckinghams,
Ultra Naté,
Dawn Penn,
Vladislav Delay,
Moby Grape,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fugs,
Scan 7,
Barrington Levy,
Los Fastidios,
Marvin Gaye,
Das Ding,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.