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 India 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Minor Threat to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Aloha Tigers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sarah Menescal,
U.S. Maple,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
EPMD,
Radio Birdman,
Black Bananas,
The Pretty Things,
Soul II Soul,
The Monochrome Set,
The Misunderstood,
The Names,
Inner City,
the Soft Cell,
The Stooges,
The Doors,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fela Kuti,
Byron Stingily,
Barclay James Harvest,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Divine Comedy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Harry Pussy,
Schoolly D,
Neu!,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Babytalk,
The Gories,
Chris & Cosey,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Seeds,
Jandek,
Television,
Aural Exciters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Motorama,
The Fuzztones,
Von Mondo,
Suburban Knight,
Warren Ellis,
Fatback Band,
Popol Vuh,
Silicon Teens,
DJ Style,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
FM Einheit,
Nik Kershaw,
E-Dancer,
Warsaw,
Wally Richardson,
the Normal,
Pantaleimon,
Slave,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Germs,
kango's stein massive,
Minnie Riperton,
Saccharine Trust,
John Foxx,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.