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 Mauritius and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Soft Cell to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Bad Manners,
Qualms,
The Five Americans,
Zero Boys,
The Smiths,
Aural Exciters,
Zapp,
Sandy B,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nick Fraelich,
AZ,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grauzone,
The Alarm Clocks,
June Days,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Seeds,
Hardrive,
Nation of Ulysses,
Japan,
Derrick May,
Wally Richardson,
Eden Ahbez,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Delta 5,
Max Romeo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Funky Four + One,
The Evens,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Severed Heads,
Livin' Joy,
Tears for Fears,
Liliput,
The Buckinghams,
Sound Behaviour,
The Techniques,
Goldenarms,
Fear,
Agitation Free,
Jawbox,
Gang Starr,
Bill Wells,
The Raincoats,
Maurizio,
Joe Finger,
The Motions,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Litter,
Surgeon,
The Moleskins,
New Age Steppers,
Kaleidoscope,
K-Klass,
John Foxx,
Warsaw,
The Saints,
Thee Headcoats,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Colin Newman,
the Slits,
Boz Scaggs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.