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 Belarus and from London.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Blues Magoos to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Letta Mbulu,
Marine Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang of Four,
Livin' Joy,
Scion,
Ronnie Foster,
Hot Snakes,
Charles Mingus,
The Smiths,
Boredoms,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Technova,
The Selecter,
Flipper,
Drive Like Jehu,
L. Decosne,
The Gap Band,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Byrd,
The Smoke,
Surgeon,
Sam Rivers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Niagra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Agitation Free,
Clear Light,
Intrusion,
Anthony Braxton,
Ornette Coleman,
Scientists,
Gabor Szabo,
Harmonia,
Angry Samoans,
China Crisis,
Henry Cow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sällskapet,
Mr. Review,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eve St. Jones,
X-102,
Minny Pops,
Harry Pussy,
cv313,
Symarip,
John Coltrane,
The Litter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mad Mike,
The Knickerbockers,
R.M.O.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric Dolphy,
Danielle Patucci,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.