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 Finland and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Interpol to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Juan Atkins,
Basic Channel,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Bananas,
Gong,
Scrapy,
Radio Birdman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Moon,
The Fire Engines,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crispy Ambulance,
K-Klass,
Eli Mardock,
David Axelrod,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ice-T,
Barrington Levy,
The Seeds,
Depeche Mode,
Niagra,
EPMD,
Mandrill,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Misunderstood,
Andrew Hill,
The Victims,
Gichy Dan,
Sarah Menescal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sonic Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
Loose Ends,
Aaron Thompson,
Underground Resistance,
Derrick Morgan,
Bang On A Can,
New Order,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric Dolphy,
Duran Duran,
The Sonics,
Essential Logic,
Technova,
The Fuzztones,
Kurtis Blow,
Pere Ubu,
The Gap Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Doors,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.