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 Mozambique and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Intrusion to the punk 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Nas,
Smog,
Absolute Body Control,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Johnny Osbourne,
Warsaw,
Electric Prunes,
Royal Trux,
Arthur Verocai,
Sonic Youth,
X-Ray Spex,
The Velvet Underground,
Aural Exciters,
The Residents,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sparks,
JFA,
Sun Ra,
Inner City,
Wally Richardson,
Matthew Halsall,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DNA,
Joy Division,
The Knickerbockers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tears for Fears,
Blancmange,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bush Tetras,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fugs,
Suicide,
Can,
Young Marble Giants,
The Victims,
Parry Music,
Pierre Henry,
Jeff Mills,
Main Source,
The Red Krayola,
Q65,
The Birthday Party,
Kaleidoscope,
Reagan Youth,
The Names,
Surgeon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rekid,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Duran Duran,
Anakelly,
La Düsseldorf,
Nils Olav,
The Grass Roots,
Radiohead,
Faraquet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.