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 Cyprus and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dave Clark Five to the jazz 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
The Golliwogs,
Soul II Soul,
Maleditus Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kurtis Blow,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pagans,
Sparks,
L. Decosne,
Ultra Naté,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eurythmics,
Au Pairs,
Spandau Ballet,
One Last Wish,
Jandek,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mission of Burma,
Technova,
Con Funk Shun,
Angry Samoans,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Hood,
Echospace,
The Pop Group,
The Index,
Guru Guru,
Gang Green,
Pussy Galore,
Symarip,
Los Fastidios,
Marvin Gaye,
John Coltrane,
Ponytail,
Rapeman,
Brass Construction,
Stockholm Monsters,
Neil Young,
The Skatalites,
Porter Ricks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
X-101,
Amazonics,
Tomorrow,
Mark Hollis,
Susan Cadogan,
Sarah Menescal,
Fat Boys,
Lindisfarne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Maurizio,
Surgeon,
Cheater Slicks,
Mr. Review,
Deadbeat,
Connie Case,
Robert Görl,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Matthew Halsall,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare,
Sandy B,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.