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 Senegal and from Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lee Hazlewood to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Reagan Youth,
The Vogues,
Electric Prunes,
DJ Sneak,
Lucky Dragons,
T.S.O.L.,
The Monochrome Set,
Maurizio,
Television Personalities,
Deepchord,
Wolf Eyes,
Arthur Verocai,
Todd Rundgren,
the Swans,
The Fuzztones,
Deadbeat,
Tommy Roe,
Alphaville,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Sherman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeff Lynne,
Flipper,
Oblivians,
Sugar Minott,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lungfish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stiv Bators,
Monks,
Maleditus Sound,
Funkadelic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Nik Kershaw,
Alison Limerick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Last Poets,
Iggy Pop,
Susan Cadogan,
Trumans Water,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moby Grape,
F. McDonald,
The Residents,
Public Enemy,
X-Ray Spex,
Clear Light,
Symarip,
the Slits,
LL Cool J,
Ralphi Rosario,
Inner City,
Skaos,
The Evens,
The Grass Roots,
Mo-Dettes,
The Tremeloes,
Max Romeo,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.